If she knew...

Chapter 3

Oliver’s POV

I sped to the hospital ignoring state law and traffic lights. Luckily detective Lance was not out for a night shift. I rushed to Starling General, praying she was okay. As soon as I got there I drifted my bike into a parking spot and ran in.

“Felicity Smoak!” I say at the reception as I run through the double doors.

“That would be room 260 IC. In the intensive Care unit” the nurse says.

“Thank you” I say bolting for the stairs and I climb to the second floor taking 2 or three stair at a time. As soon as I am on the second floor I run to her room. I see Digg outside her door. Seeing him so worried made my heart sink.

“How is she?” I ask as I stop in front of the closed door.

“Not so good Oliver. She was stabbed and lost a lot of blood.” He says. With every additional word he used to describe the injury I feel a new piece of my heart be ripped out.

I put my forehead against the cool glass of the wooden door. I was unable to move. I was frozen. The thought of Felicity being so badly hurt tore away at my heart. I was in a state of denial. I couldn’t deal with it.

“Where did it all happen?” I ask afraid of the answer. I was determined to find the bastard who did this and bury them.

“It happened at Queen Consolidated around 1:45 am. When I saw her. She was… distant. As if she didn’t know what has happened. She held on to me until the paramedics got there I was trying to stop the bleeding. I couldn’t. She flat lined twice Oliver, twice.” He says as I just stand there, not saying anything, I couldn’t. I put both hands behind my head and squeeze my head with my forearms.

“This is my fault Diggle.” I say as tears were welling up in my eyes.

“Go in Oliver!” he says. “Be with her, even though she is in a coma.”

“She once told me about comas. That people don’t really dream they are more like hallucinating.” I say as I open the door and stop dead in my tracks.

Digg walks over and puts his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. I slowly fully open the door, as soon as I saw her, the floor fell from underneath me. I walk in and John closes the door as he felt I wanted to be alone. I collapsed in the chair near the bed and took her hand in mine there were multiple scars on her head, there was one particular large gash on the side of her head.

“I’m sorry Felicity. I’m so sorry.” I say as tears stream down my face. “It should’ve been me. I should’ve stayed with you. You shouldn’t be lying here. It should be me. I miss you already, please don’t die on me. I’ll miss you too much. I need you here and…I love you.” I say squeezing her hand.