The accident

"Dad, how long is mom going to take? I'm hungry!"

Thomas's voice sounded beside a deep in thoughts Oliver. The man jumped at his son sudden appearance and he looked down, to his wrist. His clock read 8.30 pm, way later than it was normal for the rest of their family to be home.

Oliver put away the papers he was reading concerning some QC's business and he was already grabbing his phone when it ringed inside his fingers.

"It must be mom…" Oliver said to his son, and without looking at the caller ID, he answered it.

"Mr. Queen?" an unknown male voice spoke from the other side and Oliver's brows furrowed. That was definitely not Felicity.

"Yes…" Oliver answered slowly, noticing loud voices and others noises on the other side of the call.

"I'm Officer Liam… We are calling because there has been an accident with your wife… She is at Starling West Hospital… your daughter is here as well… we need you to come here…" the officer said and before Oliver could really think about his actions, he was pocketing his phone and running outside, with Thomas hot on his heels.

"Dad!" the boy called, but Oliver's ears were deaf to anything beside the officer's words echoing over and over inside his head. The rush of blood inside his head was making it hard to keep a cold demeanor and his heart was hammering inside his chest. Suddenly a strong smell of blood invaded his nostrils and Oliver had to stop to retch beside his car.

Thomas stopped in front of him and touched his arms softly, squeezing it.

As suddenly as the scent appeared, it disappeared and Oliver realized he was letting his emotions run over his rational mind. Right now, Felicity and Emilia needed Oliver Queen, the CEO, rational, logical and calm and not Oliver Queen, the husband and father, a wreck of emotions and always weak to those blue eyes of his girls.

"Thomas, get in the car!" Oliver said, and when he heard the sound of his son's seat belt, he started the car and left the premises of their home.

The hospital was a myriad of sounds, scents and images. He tried to run as quick as possible through the mobs, but people kept pushing him backwards. With Thomas inside his arms, however, Oliver shouldered his way through the group of people, until he saw a nurse typing in a computer.

"Emilia Moira Smoak-Queen! Felicity Megan Smoak-Queen! They had an accident, I'm Emilia's father and Felicity's husband!" Oliver yelled, scaring the woman that screeched at his sudden appearance.

When she realized what he was asking, the nurse quickly typed the names and read the information about Felicity's status.

"She is in surgery… Apparently there was an exposed fracture of her femur… But your daughter is in room 6, resting…" the nurse said, and before she could say anything else, Oliver was already running towards the infirmary.

Room 6 was right to the left. There, Oliver found a teary Emilia being stitched up on her arm, a woman speaking softly to her, trying to calm her down.

"Daddy!" Emilia screamed as soon as Oliver entered the room. Thomas' eyes widen at his sister's injuries and for some moments, Oliver wondered if he had to contend with two crying children. Luckily, Thomas controlled himself and jumping from his father's arms, he ran to his sister, putting one of his arms over her shoulder.

Oliver had to hold himself back. Seeing someone stitching his daughter was making weird things to his fists and rage control, even if it was for her own good. When the nurse finally finished, he almost flew to engulf his daughter in a bear hug, kissing her hair and her cheeks, noticing the scratches in her face, some blood smeared in her forehead and arms and her torn and dirty clothes.

"Baby, what happened?" Oliver asked and his daughter's big eyes widen.

"Mommy saved me…" she whispered and before she could say anything else, she started crying. Between the sobs he understood the words "blood" and "so much" and it made his stomach churn.

A sudden movement behind them, made Oliver turn around, his arms around both of his kids. But it was just an officer, probably the same that called him barely twenty minutes ago.

"Mr. Queen?" the officer called and Oliver nodded. He stepped away from his children, kissing them on the head and asking for them to keep quiet and calm while he talked with that man.

"What happened? Where is my wife?" Oliver whispered furiously, trying to contain his fury for the sake of Thomas and Emilia, who were too scared already.

"Your wife and daughter were crossing a street when a drunk driver appeared. He didn't stop at the red light and apparently your wife was quick enough to hear the sound of the car and pull your daughter out of the way. She was hit and the man crashed against a pole. He died instantly." The officer stated and Oliver had to repress his darker nature, before it said what he was really thinking about the man.

"And about my wife's injuries?" Oliver inquired.

"She had an exposed fracture of her femur which is why she is in surgery, a twisted wrist and two broken ribs. The rest can be explained by her doctor, but this is the rough sketch of the situation…"

"She will be fine…." Oliver sighed. According to the man's words, even if her state was far from healthy none of the injuries were life threatening, the ones that worried him the most were her broken ribs, he knew how a bitch those could be, and her wrist, because Oliver knew all too well how grumpy Felicity could get when unable to do her work.

"Yes, she will. She was very lucky…" the officer replied and Oliver noticed how the man's face changed to an awed expression. "When we received the call we thought we would find a dead body…" he confessed and Oliver smiled smugly to the man's surprise.

"That's my wife for you, always remarkable in everything she does!" he said and the officer couldn't stop his shocked expression at such display of affection.

When hours later, they were finally able of seeing Felicity, the waiting room was already filled with Diggle, Thea, Roy, Sara, Nyssa (that was spending a short time in Starling City) and Quentin. During that time, the kids spent it hearing stories from Nyssa that Oliver learned was an amazing babysitter to his kids, even if sometimes, Sara had to squeeze her arm when she forgot just how old her audience was and entered into some kind of Rated-R part of the stories.

As soon as Oliver entered his wife's room, with each of their children grabbing his hands, he felt like his lungs just deflated inside his chest. She had bruises around her arms and neck, some scratches in her cheeks, one of her legs was inside a cast, a wrist immobilized and her breathing pattern somewhat erratic. Even if he was expecting it, he could never be prepared to see the woman he loved in that kind of state.

However, the smile she gave her family almost made them forget about all her injuries.

"Mommy!" Thomas and Emilia screeched, their eyes filled with tears and they ran towards her. They would have jumped all over her, if Oliver wasn't quick enough and grabbed the back of their shirts, stopping their reckless race.

"Careful!" he admonished.

Thomas and Emilia looked at him, ashamed, and nodded their heads, walking slowly towards their mother and stroking her arms where there were no bruises.

"Felicity…" Oliver whispered, when he reached her, his knuckles touched her jaw and the lower part of her cheek. He was careful to avoid her injuries like their kids and she smiled thankfully at their thoughtfulness.

"Hi…" she said softly.

Oliver closed his eyes and let her voice wash over him like a wave.

"Hey…" he whispered back, finally at peace.