A/N: Drabble form Tumblr. Leave me prompts there: thewintersoldierdisaster

Felicity knew she was in trouble the second Oliver stormed through the ER doors, a dark look on his face.

"Felicity Smoak!" he demanded, smacking his hand onto the nurse's station.

"Oliver!" Felicity called out from her spot on a gurney.

Oliver was at her side in a second, hands probing at her sides to see the extent of her injuries.

"Oliver…Oliver….stop it!" Felicity swatted his hands away, wincing as she moved.

"What happened? And why was Dig the one to get the call?" Oliver demanded, his tone softening when he finally registered the cuts and bruises on her face.

Felicity sighed, "Car accident."

Oliver took a hold of her hand, and then dropped it when she yelped in pain.

"Sorry! What happened?" he dragged a nearby chair over and sat.

"Well…I think my wrist is possibly broken. Which is going to suck because how can I type with one hand? How, I ask you! Also, I'm like 95% sure one of my ankles is sprained. Not sure which one since they both hurt. And obviously my face has been destroyed," she smiled to let Oliver know she was kidding.

Oliver frowned, he didn't exactly think Felicity getting in an accident was funny.

"That still doesn't explain why Dig was the one who got the call and not me," Oliver pressed the issue.

Felicity winced, and even she wasn't sure if it was from the pain all over her body or if it was from explaining to Oliver why he wasn't her emergency contact.

"Weeeeelll…." Felicity dragged out the word, the Vicodin kicking in, "You're just so you! And John is a lot less you."

Oliver frowned, "What the hell does that mean, Felicity?"

"John's wayyyy more not nervous about me getting hurt. You go all…grrrr," she made a scowling face and held her hands in a claw shape.

Oliver couldn't help but snort, "I can't help it if I worry."

"And also you get hurt more than I do. So, like there's a good chance you won't answer if I got hurt," Felicity pointed out this obvious (to her) fact.

"But you're my emergency contact…" Oliver protested.

"Yes," Felicity patted his hand with her unbroken one, "And that is because I'm not," here her voice dropped into a comedically dramatic whisper, "The Arrow!"

Oliver rolled his eyes, "But I'm your fiancée. Don't you think I should be your emergency contact? Or at least one of them?"

"If you wanna do the paperwork, be my guest," Felicity muttered, head lolling to the side as she fell asleep.