Felicity had tracked the car that crashed into the Queen's limo to a street where the cameras stopped. At this point she and Diggle fly into the car and were off. They reached the camera cut off and immediately picked up on various things around the road that pointed in the direction where they eventually found the Queens, or what's let of them.
Felicity got out of the car the moment they began to slow. She almost wished she hadn't.
A very dead and bloody Moira lay on the ground with a puncture wound that could only be caused by a sword. The blood pooled around her in a sea of blood. Felicity had to tar her eyes away. It made her sick to her stomach but right now there were more important things that had to be dealt with.
Hunched over her mother was Thea sobbing in terrible fits of pure sorrow. To the other side was an unconscious Oliver. By the angle of his body she could only assume that he was tied.
A sob caught in Felicity's throat. Before she could even register Diggle had moved and was taking the plus of Moira and then Oliver. After each he gave her a look telling her that, yes, Mora was dead and that Oliver was alive.
She then acted before think, much like her rambling. Her arms wrapped around the younger woman, drawing her away from the traumatizing site. The girl more or less collapsed on the blonde willing to take any comfort she could get. They sat bundled in each other's arms not even five meters from the girl's dead mother. Thea had dug her face into Felicity's shoulder, sobbing continued but became smaller hitches. The blonde's one arm encased the Queen body; she's never seen the youngest Queen look so small her life, she had only ever seen the girl so confident, full of power. She other hand softly wove through the damp curls of the brunette's hair.
She vaguely heard Diggle tell her that the police were on their way. She didn't even notice as he proceeded to cut the bonds on Oliver's hand and feet. She didn't catalogue Oliver regaining consciousness or him taking in the scene in front of him. No, it was only when he stumbled towards them, nearly tripping that she took note of all these.
She looked up from Thea to take him in. He looked like a zombie, dried blood on his forehand and the set wet blood of his mothers on his clothing and hands. Her lip began to tremble. He had always been the strong one; she didn't know how to deal with this new Oliver. The only time she'd seen him like this was after Tommy's death the year before. It was heart breaking.
Felicity lifted her arm from around the younger woman's back and threw it open, offering the same comfort to him as he's given her so many times before now.
He took the invitation, and like Thea, he fell into her hold. His one arm enclosed around her back, the other pulled his sister closer to him. The younger queen leaned into her brother but kept her face burrowed in the IT's shoulder.
By the time the SCPD arrived on the scene all three were comforting each other while they released their sorrow and anguish.
At one point she remembers Diggle ushering them to the car. The two Queens sat in the back trying to salvage what was left of their family.