This is my first fanfic...I probably most likely suck but I just had to type my thoughts so enjoy!

P.S I dont own any of the characters ofc.

When her body lies at your feet, her blood wet against your skin

Then you will know how I feel!

And he did.

"Felicity!" Oliver screams echo in the darkness. He runs to the back and opens the limo door. Felicity's body immediately slums back, Oliver quickly reacts and catches her in his arms., dragging her body out with every ounce of strength he had left.

"Oh god!" Oliver weakly whispers as if it was a silent prayer.

His previous fatigue quickly came to a halt when he saw blood oozing out of her mouth. His eyes traveled down to her wound then to her hand that had fell lifelessly on the concrete.

"Felicity!", Oliver moves his trembling hand to her neck to find a pulse. Please baby, please. With his two fingers, he feels the thump...thump. It's weak. But it's there.

His phone.

He quickly runs to the backseat and finds his shattered phone on the floor of the car. With adrenaline possessing his body, his fingers slammed on the dialing pad, cracking the screen even further.

"Damn it!" He throws his piece of shit phone back in the limo, immediately running back to Felicity and picking her up in his arms. He started to run. Not like how he ran after criminals or how he he used to run to escape many times during his five years. He ran like his life depended on it, quite like when Thea was stabbed. The feeling in his legs was gone. It was like he wasn't even controlling his legs anymore. In that moment, it had a mind of its own. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached Star General.

Oliver kicks the door open, grabbing everyone's attention in the room.

"I need help! My -", doctors immediately surround Felicity and instantly put her on a stretcher.

"What happened?", the doctor says with full alert.

"We-we were in our limo and Darhk's men surrounded the car and started shooting. We escaped and but then I opened the backseat... She-she got shot" Oliver says with tears threatening to fall down his face.

The doctors quickly prep themselves for surgery as they roll Felicity into the room with Oliver right on their tail.

"Mr. Queen, you can't be-"

"No! I can't leave her!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Queen I-"

"She is my fiancée! I am not leaving her", Oliver growled.

And with her silent surrender, she goes straight to work.

Oliver's darkness begins to consume him again. This is all my fault. He didn't know what was going on. He felt like the walls were closing in, he couldn't breathe.

"We are going to do everything he can to save your fiancée, Mr. Queen but you need to breathe. Do it for her, okay?"

He quickly nods his head so she can do her job.

Before he even got the chance to blink, they had ripped her shirt open and covered her face with the oxygen mask. He catches the sight of the wound and the blood trail down her stomach. He looks down at his shirt and hands, they're covered in her blood.

When her body lies at your feet. Her blood wet against your skin. Then you will know how I feel!

The thought kept roaring in his head. Everything started to spin. This can't be happening.

A repetitive noise took him out of his trance.

"She's crashing!", the nurses quickly picking up numerous tools and handing them to the surgeon. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest. Then it stopped beating all together. His eyes were attached to the straight green line going across the screen. No.

"Felicity!", his sobs uncontrollable now.

"Get the crash cart!" Oliver backs up against the wall, sliding down. This isn't happening. This isn't real.

"Charge to 300. Clear!" Nothing.

"Charge to 300 again. Clear!" beep beep beep... "We got her back...we got her back Mr. Queen"

He covers his face with his hands, thanking god he didn't take her from him. The tears are streaming now more than ever. In those last few moments, he lost his light, his hope, his happiness. It was the darkest time in his life and he didn't want to go back. He almost lost her and it was all because of him.

4 hours later:

"Mr. Queen", the doctor puts a hand on his shoulder to wake him up from his sleep on the couch.

Oliver's body immediately shoots up with fear consuming him again, "Did anything happen to her?!"

"She is fine, Mr. Queen. We were able to stabilize her wounds but she did lose a lot of blood during the surgery. The penetration of the bullet did hit her spinal cord but we took it out before there was further damage to it. The effects of it can be temporary or permanent."

His heart sunk again and tears started to cloud his vision. "Is she going to be okay?"

"We don't know just yet and we won't know until she wakes up. When would she wake up? We don't know. She needs to decision that. All we do know right now is that she is stable. The best we can do now is wait. You can see her in her room, 233."

Oliver slowly walks into her room. God even when shes not awake, she's still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. He walks over to her bedside, pulls a chair over and slumps down. No words can form nor does he want to form them. His body is leaned over with elbows on his knees, deep in thought.

It should've been me. It was my responsibility to protect her and I failed. All because that damn holiday party... Donna. Dammit!

He runs to the nearest hospital phone to call her. When she picks up, he tells her the whole story while she panics on the other side of the line, like how a normal mom would react.

Not even 30 minutes later, Donna arrives in wearing her pajamas. By the look on her face, she had been crying the whole ride there. She quickly embraces Oliver in her arms, "Are you okay? Where is my baby girl? How is she doing?"

Oliver trying to process the questions as fast as she delivered them, "I'm fine. The doctor says she's stable for now. They don't know when she's going to wake up -if she's going to wake up", his voice slightly cracking.

"She's in room 233"

His head was spinning, his throat slowly closing on him. Everything was starting to feel cold again, . He needed to leave, now.

"Oliver, are you okay honey?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine. I just- I just need some fresh air before I lose my mind". And before Donna can even respond, he's already half way out the door.

The feeling of walking into their apartment for the first time hit him like a ton of bricks. Everything he held onto since the accident came unraveled. His knees, giving out in an instant, slammed on their floor. The tightening of his chest wasn't making it easier for him to breathe. A hard sob escaped his lips.

She needs to wake up.

What if she doesn't? No, Oliver don't go there.

Please don't take her away from me.

I need her.