Everything was white.
White sheets, white walls, white wraps.
There was a incessant beeping of a monitor to her right. Her body felt stiff as if she'd been mummified in place and it was the first time she has able to break free of the wraps paralyzing her. But one ache was more prominent than the others.

"Water," Felicity croaked out.
Bodies moved furiously in front of her. Laurel got to her first and held the straw to her lips to which she sucked on mercilessly trying to consume all the liquid she can.

"Another please," She barely managed to say.
"Here take this. How are you feeling?" Tommy offered.
"M'okay. Hurts a little."
"I'll call the doctor," Diggle's voice chimed from the corner of the room.

Tommy moved in closer, the bed dipping next to her. He stroked her hair just as he had when she had found the invitation in the mail, just as he had days leading up to the wedding.
Silence filled the atmosphere. Optimism hung in the air brightening the room, almost blinding them.

"Where's Oliver?" Felicity asked, voice a little stronger than before.
Heads turned to one another. Laurel shifted her weight to her other foot and Tommy's hand paused momentarily on top of Felicity head. John's step momentarily halted catching Oliver's name as he got back. Was she that transparent? Laurel was here so it was just fair that she can ask about Oliver. Right?
A voice in her mind said that she shouldn't have been so eager to ask, but another voice in her head didn't care. Even though things were kind of hazy she was pretty sure she had almost died, she gets a pass as an overbearing best friend.

Laurel took a step towards Felicity just as the doctor stepped in the room.
"How are you Ms. Smoak?" Dr. Silliker asked tapping his clipboard. The deafening silence subsided into a numbing dull lull with each footstep he took towards Felicity.
"I'm okay. I could be better."
"We'll get you to that. Right now I need to check your vitals. Is that okay?"
"Oh yeah." Tommy realized getting off from where he sat on Felicity's bed.

The doctor performed his checkup to which he optimistically announced that everything seemed to be good.
"We'll monitor you for the next few days, but if your recovery keeps on going in an upward pace you should be out of here soon."
Felicity pursed her lips into a smile in response.
"Alright well I will let you rest some more," he smiled.

Their eyes trailed him out the door, lingering at the empty hallway even long after he was gone.

*5 years ago*

"This sucks," Oliver mumbled into Felicity's hair.
"I know."
"But I'll see you for Thanksgiving and over the long weekends right?"
"Absolutely."

The sweltering heat of the summer had finally subsided and fall was beginning to chase the sun away. The orange and yellow hues started to color the trees, the sign of their first fall semester of college hurtling their way.

Oliver and Felicity had spent all possible summer days together. Of course to their luck it would be the last summer before they part ways that their friendship finally blossomed into something more.
But they cherished every bit of it.

Oliver's arm rested around Felicity's shoulders while her head laid in the crook of his neck. Neither of them knew what to say, letting the t.v. in front of them fill the silence.
Minutes dragged on before either of them could find their voices past the growing lump in their throats.

"We'll be okay, right?" She asked, her voice small. She tipped her head backwards to meet his face. He could see the tears that started pooling in her eyes. She was trying so hard not to cry. The sight of her on the verge of tears shifted his insides, inside out, colliding with each other into a ball of emotions that were foreign to him.
But he knew one thing: he would do whatever it takes to never see her cry.

"Of course. Nothing worthwhile is ever easy."
She pursed her lips into a smile, burying her face again on the crook of his neck.
Oliver shifted his body so he fully faced her. He took her face in the palm of his hands and forced her to look him in the eyes. Hesitantly her eyes traveled up his face until their set of blue eyes were locked in with each other.
"We're going to be okay."

Felicity closed the gap between them, pressing her lips on his. With his hands already cradling her face, Oliver deepened the kiss slightly parting his lips. Felicity eagerly took his cue, letting her tongue gaze his. She traced the tip of his teeth garnering a moan from Oliver that tingled her body core to her toes. She got up and without breaking the kiss, repositioned herself so that she was straddling him. She locked her legs behind him and pulled him in even closer locking her arms behind his neck. Oliver peeled his hands away from her face, instead placing his hands on her waist.

"I'm ready," Felicity panted, pressing her forehead on his.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."

Oliver put some distance between them trying to catch her eyes.
"Are you sure?" He asked again, trying not to let the moment get to them.
"I have never been so sure in my life."
"But Felicity—"
"I want you, Oliver. I have always wanted you. I trust you. I love you." She said earnestly, voice strong.
"You love me?"
She playfully hit him. "Of course I love you. You're like a big little fluffy puppy."
"Big little?"
She rolled her eyes, giggles bubbling their way up her throat. He smiled along with her and waited until her fits of laughter subsided.
"I love you too, Felicity," Oliver replied, all traces of playfulness gone. He let the statement hang in the air- their first time saying the three big words.

"You're really sure?" He asked huskily.
Felicity cupped her hands on either side of his face and squished it together. "Oliver Queen, I love you," she reiterated, this time a little breathless.

Oliver blinked, his eyes grew darker, his lids falling heavier. It felt painstakingly long until he closed the gap between them.
When he presses his lips to hers, something changed. The rushed need for touch dissipated and what was left was a slow burning passion for each other's souls.
One hand around her waist and the other on her butt, he lifted both of them up off the couch and into the bedroom. One by one articles of clothings laid on the ground, trailing the way to the bed, leaving them in their underwear. Oliver gently laid Felicity down, hovering above her, marveling at how beautiful she was. She flushed a deep shade of crimson, shy at his intense gaze.

"You're stunning Felicity," Oliver said gravelly, his voice thick laced with the need for her.

She smiled at his compliment and ran her hands down the muscles on his forearm to his hands. She grabbed them and pulled him down on her. His elbow rested on either side of her face as her legs locked behind him. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, hear her little pants, taste the sweetness of her skin, and he was absolutely sure that Felicity could feel him growing hard.

He dipped his head to the crook of her neck kissing a path down to her chest. He kissed around her bra and continued kissing down her stomach to her side. With a smile he buried his face kissing the curve of her waist, tickling her, sending Felicity to a laugh causing her legs to unbuckle behind him.

He was trying to make her more comfortable and knowing that he would do anything to ease her nervousness made her heart soar. Felicity ran her hands through his hair, gently tugging on him to stop. His face surfaced from her side, a grin eating his face. Felicity couldn't help but smile at how hot and yet adorable Oliver was being. Hot and adorable. If there was one person that could pull that off, Oliver is the person.

He started to make his way up her body just as she arched her back, one hand reaching behind her, unhooking her bra. Oliver grabbed her waist and ran his hands up her body, pushing her bra out of the way. His thumb gazed over her nipple, making Felicity's breath hitch. He lowered his head and let his tongue flicker back and forth over her her hardened nipple. Felicity moaned vibrating her body, making Oliver groan in response.

All of the sudden the need for him was too much to wait for and her hands frantically tried to remove the couple last pieces of clothing in their way. Oliver helped her, hooking a finger in her panty, sliding it down her legs as she tugged his boxers off.

The skin to skin contact prickled every inch of them sending goosebumps across their skin.
"I love you."
"I love you too."

Oliver hovered over her again on his arms as she guided him to her entrance. She was slick with the need for him enabling him to enter her with ease. Felicity rested her hands on his butt, the carnal need to have him deeper. With every thrust the beginning of her and the end of him blurred as they became one.

He moved in and out of her slowly, deliberately, prolonging their ecstasy. He thrusted in her, gyrated his hips in circles, then pulled back out. The burn started in the pit of her stomach, his pace sending her into a frenzied rage of wanting him to move faster yet slower. Her head started thrashing from side to side, the sound of their hips colliding with each other drowned out by their moans.

"Felicity..." Oliver purred, his core tight trying not to yet reach climax. "Mmmmm..."
"Oliver," Felicity barely managed to get out through her moans. "I'm gonna- gonna cum."

Oliver quickened his pace, chasing her ecstasy. She involuntarily twitched under him, the sign of her coming orgasm. Her walls clenched him tighter as he groaned in response, any semblance of control quickly slipping.
Felicity's moan turned into a loud cry, his name on her lips as she climaxed around him, paralyzed by the force of her orgasm.
Oliver hurried his pace, her name repeatedly leaving his mouth in an urgency to join her. White flashes blurred his vision, his head tipping back as he spilled in her thrust after thrust until he was dry.

He collapsed next to her, pulling her in an embrace. They tried to calm their breathing as they basked in their afterglow.
At this moment they were infinite.
They've given a piece of their soul to the other, linking them together forever.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. The white and blue tiled floor outside her hospital room convoluted to many different shapes and colors. She was waiting for a pair of legs making their way to her room, crossing the threshold of the door.

But it never happened.
And she didn't have the courage to ask again if their response will only be silence and worried glances to one another.

A knock broke her love affair between her eyes and the hallway floor. Two police officers stood awkwardly half outside and inside the room.
"Yes officers? How may we help you?" John stood up from where he was seated.
"Is this Ms. Smoak's room?"
"Yes it is."
"May we have a chance— oh Ms. Lance you are here too," the officer started.
"Hey Officer Adams, what's up?"
"May we have a chance to talk to you and Ms. Smoak?"
"Oh. I've already given an official statement with my father, and I'm afraid that Felicity's memory is a little hazed with all the medications they have her on. Now may not be the best time."
Officer Adams looked to his partner who gave him a solemn nod.
"I'm afraid that, that's not what were here for."
"Oh?" Tommy quipped at the back of the room. "Is this about who was behind the attack?"
Officer Adams shook his head. "Not about that either."
"Then what are you two here for?" Felicity questioned. The pits of her stomach collapsed in on each other before she could finish her sentence. The coldness that stung her soul from when she had opened her eyes burned in her chest. She rubbed it, willing it to go away.
Officer Adams opened his mouth and shut it various times before he could find his voice. "I um- there's no easy way to say this. But um, Oliver Queen is missing."