Angst Fill
Word Count: 492
Prompt: Anonymous asked, "Angst prompt: Oliver been kidnapped and and the kidnappers has drugged him. When they rescue him hes [sic] chained to a wall and doesn't know what's real what is not."

Original Post Date: July 23, 2016

Notes:Apparently I felt like doing a dialogue fic for this? I don't know. I never feel like doing dialogue fics. Anyway. I finished this last night and then accidentally deleted it because I'm an idiot, so I rewrote it. I think it turned out better.

I see it as an alternate version of Season 2, but I don't think it really matters. So, basically, it's dealer's choice.

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"Oliver?"

"…"

"Oliver? Is that you back there? It's too dark—I can't really see anything. I need you to talk to me."

"…"

"Oh, Oliver. How do you get yourself into situations like these? I didn't know legs could even bend that way. I'll bet that's broken."

"…"

"You're so pale. And cold. Like a corpse. Oh, God, that's just a horrible thought. Why does my brain do this to me?"

"…"

"…Okay, don't freak out, Felicity. Just check for a pulse. Please be alive, please be alive, please…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Oh, thank God. Oliver, I need you to open your eyes, okay? Diggle's battling through bad guys—we have to go now."

"I know what you're doing."

"…Trying to save you?"

"You're trying to make me think you're her."

"…What?"

"You might as well kill me. I'm not going to talk."

"Oh, Oliver, what have they done to you? It's me. We came to get you. We need to go now. If you can stand at all"

"No. I won't let you hurt them."

"I'm not going to convince you that this is real, am I?"

"I can't…"

"Is there anything I can say to convince you?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

I know two things, Oliver. Do you remember?"

"…I'm not alone. And…"

"And I believe in you. Always."

"…Felicity?"

"The one and only. Well, not the one and only—it's not a common name, but it's not like it's unique or anything. But I'm the only Felicity you know. Well, I guess. It's not like I catalogued every Felicity you ever met, but—"

"Felicity."

"Right, escaping. Now to find your bow…"

"Leave it."

"Okay, maybe I'm the one hallucinating because I just thought I heard you say to leave the bow."

"Felicity, we don't have time for this. You shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

"That's only what I've been trying to tell you since I found you. …Aha! There it is. I'll hold on to that because you still look like death warmed over. Well, death warmed over and hit by a bus for good measure."

"…"

"Or… you could take the bow because you're stubborn and somehow think you can fight in this condition."

"Help me up."

"…Wow, you're heavier than I remembered. Those nights on the salmon ladder have definitely paid off. Do you think you can walk?"

"…"

"How is it even possible for you to give me grr face right now? The bottle of bleach under my sink has more color than you and I'm supporting more than half of your body weight."

"Your hands are shaking. If this is too much…"

"Mmm."

"What was that?"

"…Supporting you isn't why my hands are shaking. I was talking to you and… you weren't answering. I thought…"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"…I'm sorry for scaring you."

"You're all right. That's all that matters."

"Not all that matters, Felicity. We still have to get you out of here."