Oliver POV

"FELICITY," I screamed as the world spun around me. I tried raising up, but was sent right back to the ground. The sound of Slade's chuckle echoed throughout the quiet room.

"The satisfaction I feel right now is indescribable . I've been longing for this day for five whole years," Slade gloated pacing around the living room. "I need a drink to celebrate this accomplishment."

I heard his footsteps head towards the kitchen. "I"M GOING TO KILL YOU SLADE!" Rage was fueling my body.

"You wont, but even if you did, I would die a happy man," he countered. I heard the sound of ice hitting glass. I once again tried lifting my head up. The world still spun, but my rage was fueling my adrenaline now.

Just then the front door busted open with a loud crack. A blurry figure entered my line of vision. I heard three gunshots fired in a row followed by a loud thud.

"Oliver?" I heard a familiar voice shout. Footsteps approached and the figure became clearer. "Are you alright?"

"Dig, Felicity! Call an ambulance," I instructed.

"Oh my God," he whispered. I could tell by his tone that things didn't look good. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911. He began talking to an operator as he moved over to Felicity.

I dragged myself over to her lifeless body. Her shirt was soaked in blood. Placing my hands on her stomach, I tried to slow down the bleeding.

"Felicity must have already called them. They were already on their way and should be here any minute," Diggle said sounding distraught.

"Does she have a pulse," I whispered. I couldn't bring myself to check. I couldn't lose her. I just couldn't.

Diggle reached down and checked her neck. "It's faint, but it's there," he whispered sounding slightly relieved. The sound of sirens rang in the distance. She just needed to hold on for a few more minutes.

"Where's Slade," I growled.

"Bleeding out on the kitchen floor," Diggle replied.

"Good," I spat.

The sirens blared outside now. I looked down at Felicity's pale face.

"Don't leave me," I whispered to her. "Please."

...

"You've suffered a concussion and a broken nose. You also have several hairline fractures to your mandible," the doctor informed me avoiding my question for the fifth time.

"I don't give a damn about my face. How is Felicity?" I demanded.

"I've told you several times Mr. Queen, when I have more information I will relay it to you. For now all I know is that she is still in surgery," the doctor sighed noticing that he wasn't going to please me.

"Well why don't you go get me an update and then we can talk more about my face." I glared at him angrily.

"Fine. I don't appreciate being ordered around Mr. Queen."

"That makes two of us," I retorted.

Sighing, he placed my chart back in the file holder at the end of my bed. Shaking his head, he walked out the door. Quickly, I threw my covers off and stood up applying pressure on my good leg. The world began rotating, but I hobbled towards the door. Peeking my head out the door, I saw him walking down the hallway.

Stealing an IV pole for support, I began trailing him. I trailed him for a few minutes before he walked into a doorway labeled Operation Room. Ditching the IV pole, I hugged the walls and followed him. He walked towards a room with OR 2 above it. He entered the doorway as I headed to the window.

Inside there was several nurses dressed in gowns and scrub caps. They looked as if they were cleaning the room. That's when I saw her. There was a body laying on the table covered in a large blue cloth. The heart monitor was reading a flat-line before one of the nurses shut it off.

"Felicity," I whispered as my hand trailed down the window. Tears began welling up in my eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. "NOOO!" I screamed hitting my fist against the window.

Several shocked faces turned their direction towards me. My doctor was one of those faces. An irritated look spread across his face as he made his way to the door.

"Mr. Queen! You aren't allowed back here!" My doctor scolded stepping out of the room.

"No you can't stop! You have to save her!" I demanded pointing towards the lifeless body in the room.

"Mr. Queen calm down. That..."

"CALM DOWN! THAT WOMAN IS MY ENTIRE WORLD! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" I cried.

"That isn't Felicity!" The doctor shouted causing me to freeze.

"What?" I breathed shakily.

"Ms. Smoak is out of surgery. She's in the ICU now. She isn't out of the woods yet, but the doctors are hopeful," he explained trying to calm me down.

I steadied myself against the wall as relief washed over my was alive. She was okay. That wasn't her.

"That was Mr. Wilson in there. One of the bullets hit his femoral artery. He lost so much blood and we were unable to save him in time."

"Slade's dead?" I asked shocked.

"He's gone," the doctor nodded.

"Can I see her?"

A/N

Whew this chapter killed me! I hope you enjoyed though! Feel free to leave a like and review if you enjoyed!