I'm back guys! sorry I've been away for so long but I got two operations so I didn't continued the story. I've changed some thing here and there end I deleted chapter 10 because i wasn't really happy about that but I will update soon.

Disclamer: I don't own Arrow.


Stay.

He lies motionless and unconscious in the snow that was colored red by his blood. His skin was blue by the cold and the bruises. When I check his breathing I could feel a very weak pulse. He only has a little time left before he would surrender to his injuries. I lift him up and onto my shoulder up as gently as possible, I need to get him out of here and fast.

"Aaaah I can't stand it! I hate waiting!" Felicity couldn't sit still on her chair. She walked from left to right at the foundry. Nothing could distract her not, even her computer. "Where is he!? Wouldn't he be here by now..." Felicity is anxious waiting for John to come back with news about Oliver. When Oliver lest to fight with Ra's al Ghul, John went after him in case something would happen. But it's been over 4 hours and I still haven't heard anything from neither one of them. If I don't hear anything in 30 minutes I'm going crazy. Just then the door creaks and Felicity spins around, she saw John coming in with Oliver in his arms and she started running toward them. "Wha wha what happened?" She asked. She looked ad Oliver and saw his body full with blood and it looked as if he was dead. "Is he dead?" You could hear the fear is her voice, the tears that tried to fall out of her eyes. "Not yet. But I need to help him and fast, he has not much fight left in him! Clear the table, go get some bandages, needles and a few of his blood bags. He's going to need it, he lost a lot of blood. Now Felicity!" John shouts to her when she didn't move. She got out from her dream state and did what John had asked from her. Whilst Felicity collected the things he needed, John got a bowl of water and some cloths and begins to clean out Oliver's wounds. "Here." Felicity lay's the stuff on a table next to John. "Felicity I need you to give him some morphine, it looks like he isn't aware of what is happening but I don't want to take the chance that he actually would feel it when I'm operating on him." It was so strange, Felicity took one look at Oliver and it was like some sort of trance of calmness got into her. Her hands stopped shaking and she stopped sobbing, she didn't even notice she was doing that. Felicity gives Oliver the morphine and helps John with the infusion for blood. She and John worked the next hour together to clean out the rest of his wounds and to look if something was badly damaged. When they checked everything John sewed his wounds close. When he was treated there wasn't much they could do but wait. So John told Felicity what he saw. Oliver getting stabbed and then thrown off the mounting. That's the moment she started to cry again and she didn't stop until she didn't had any tears left. After that they sat in silence. This all happened a few hours ago and his condition didn't change. John had to go home to his family and so Felicity found herself alone with Oliver.

The first thing that I noticed was an awful pain in my chest and the left side of my body. The second thing was that I couldn't move, not even an inch. And then she was there. Felicity, her voice full of pain and desperation begging me to stay with her, to come back. I want to hold her and tell her that I will never leave her again. But as hard as I try I could not move my mouth. So the only thing I can do is listen to her as she talks to me and fight to get the control back over my body.

"Oliver please come back to me. I'm so scared, I need you to tell me it's going to be okay. Just please I need you Oliver." He's silent, not a single response came from him. I took his hand in mine and give it a pinch but still no response came. I started to cry again, wondering where all these tears could come from. After a while I felt my eyelids grew heavier and fell asleep from exhaustion. The next day I woke up with the feeling I hadn't slept at all. All I could feel was unemotional and hollow. During the night somebody put a blanket around me. I could feel the hoop rising that Oliver woke up and put it around me, but he lied just as still as the day before. "Morning." It was Roy. So he probably helped with the blanket. "Morning." My voice came out a little rasp due to all the crying from the day before. "I brought you some breakfast and coffee." Roy hold a bag up from Starbucks. "Thank but I'm not very hungry." I don't think I could keep anything in my stomach right now. "Felicity you need to eat something." He gave me the bag motioning me took eat so I took one croissant, but I never let go of Oliver's hand. "Felicity you need to go home get some sleep, take a shower." "No! I can't leave him." "I will stay with him until you come back, and if something happens I will call you right away." "No Roy I won't leave him, I can't." why is he so pushy? Can't he understand I don't want to leave him? That I can't leave him? I would never forgive myself if something happened and I wasn't here. "Felicity…" "You know what I have some spare cloths here. I'll just take a quick shower here." "Go home you need to get some sleep." "No Roy I stay here." I was a little ruff to him, I know that but I just can't leave. Roy puts his hands up to surrender. "Okay okay, I'll stay here until you get back. Take your time." I took my clothes and went to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and put them in a bag. When I looks at my reflection in the mirror I couldn't recognize myself. I have bags under my eye's that looked like I didn't sleep in over a week, my eyes were red from all the crying and I look as pale as ever. I got blood smears all over my face and my hands so I quickly jumped in the shower.

30 minutes later I was ready and got back. John arrived just at that moment. "Hey, you look a little better now." "Thanks Roy." I gave him a forced smile. "And sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to snap at you like that." "Don't worry about it, I understand." "Hey Felicity, how are you feeling?" "Okay I guess. I'm not the one on that table." "Felicity, Oliver would want that you took care of yourself." "Yeah I know, I'm fine it's just hard to see him like that you know. I never saw him like this before. I know he's been through a lot on the island but when you brought him in yesterday I swear I thought he was dead." "Yeah I know but you need to consider that there is a possibility he still dies…" I looked at Oliver and took my place by his side while I put his hand in mine. "Yes I know, but he's strong. He just needs to fight." "I'm going to change the bondages and check his stitches." While John worked in silence I drew circles on the back of Oliver's hand with my thump. John and Roy started practicing with shooting and fighting because now they had to take over the patrols. After a few hours they stopped, Roy went on patrol and John had to get home to his family. "Stay strong Felicity and don't give up hope." I gave him a little hug. "Thanks Diggs. I call you if anything chances." This went on for a couple of days, always the same. John coming by to check on Oliver and to train with Roy, and Roy staying here till he got to patrol.

After what feels like an eternity, but what only was a week, we decided to move Oliver to my apartment. He stayed in the spare bedroom but I couldn't leave him alone, not even for a night so every night I got in bed next to him, begging to wake up.

I don't know how much time went by when I moved to Felicity's apartment there I lie in a soft bed. Felicity has almost always my hand in hers, she never lets go. Only when she really has to, like to take a shower or when she's eating. I'm glad she takes so good care of me. I love it when she talks to me. And every night she gets into bed with me, wraps her arms around my waist and put her head on my chest. Right where my heart is. She is lying like that now, talking softly. "Oliver," Her voice just a whispering. "I asked you many times but please fight, I need you with me." I tried to move, to show her I didn't left her, but I couldn't. "I need you, but if you can't fight anymore I understand. You've been through a lot, more than you ever will admit. So you can let go and rest if you're tired. Just know that I love you…" Her voice broke at the end and I could feel a tear fall on my cheek when she kissed me. So this is it after more than a week she gave up, she would let me go if that's what I want. No more pain no more worries, but I can't. I never told her but I need her to. She is always the one to believe in me, the one that would never give me up. And now she did. I tried to move. As hard as I can I tried to push the blockage away, and this time I won't give in. I got a little more feeling in my finger so I concentrated on that. They stoked her hand. "Oliver?" I did it again. "Oliver! Fight don't give up I'm here, I will not leave you." More tears where running down her eyes but this time I heard hope in her voice.