Prompt by Anon : How about Oliver and Felicity kiss in the hospital after 3x18 and they're finally together and Felicity says "our third kiss better not be in a hospital" and Mama Smoak interrupts and all the fluff?

So this is based on the spoilers/speculations for 3.18 ad there is 99 % chance it doesn't happen that way but that's what fanfics are for :)

When she wakes up the second time, she can breathe easier. She doesn't have that tube inside her nose anymore so her foggy, drug induced brain figures out that she must be getting better. Better from what, she doesn't remember exactly, but she knows it's been bad. She vaguely recalls something about her and Ray experimenting on the suit, and an explosion.

Whatever they were trying to do was obviously not a good idea.

She moves her right arm and there's a prickly sensation that makes her hiss softly. Her eyes are still closed but she definitely feels a movement on her left. She raises her eyelids slowly, weary of the light because her head hurts a bit.

Oliver is sitting next to her bed, his head resting on his arm next to her own. His hand is holding hers loosely, and she thinks that maybe he's sleeping, but as she releases a soft breath he raises his head and she's shocked. She's never seen him like this.

He looks completely haggard. His face his pale and his eyes red, like he's been crying or hasn't slept in a long time. There's a desperation in them that crushes her soul as their eyes met.

"Hey," she whispers and her throat is raspy from misuse. He grabs the plastic glass sitting on the night stand and help her drink some water. It's not easy because his hands are slightly trembling while doing so.

"How are you feeling?" he asks her, the anxiety in his eyes dimming a little bit now that she's awake.

She blinks, focusing on her body and her head. "Everything hurts."

"You want me to call a nurse? I think if you press this button you'll get some of the good stuff," he says, pointing to the catheter coming out of her arm. She shakes her head.

"It can wait. How long was I out?"

He clears his throat. "3 days."

Her eyes open wide. "Seriously? Wow. That must have been some explosion."A thought crosses her mind. "Wait, and Ray? Is he ok?"

Oliver nods, his jaw tightening. "He was lightly wounded, nothing serious. You took most of the blast."

She sighs, relieved. And then she feels the way Oliver is gripping her hand and turns her attention back to him.

"It was an accident, Oliver."

He shrugs. "Maybe."

"No. Not maybe. Ray is a good man. He wouldn't hurt me."

Oliver scoffs, leaning into her. There is an obvious repressed anger on his face now. "You flatlined, Felicity. For 5 seconds. Do you know how long that is?"

Her heart skips a beat at the news, as well as the pure terror she can still see lingering in his blue gaze.

She swallows. "5 seconds...it's not that long."

"It's an eternity," he replies before passing his hand over his face, his eyes closing for a moment. She squeezes the hand holding hers and asks softly, "How long have you been here?"

He opens his eyes again, resting them on her face. Now he's looking at her with such tenderness...she's a bit overwhelmed by the display of consecutive emotions she's seen in his eyes since she woke up. Then again, she apparently almost died, so...Still, a part of her can't help but be surprised at how completely devastated it seems to have left him.

"I've been here the whole time," he answers her question. His other hand reaches her forehead, brushing some tendrils of hair away. She closes her eyes, enjoying the brief contact. And then she remembers what was happening before the accident.

"Where are the others?"

"In the field, trying to find Merlyn."

She raises on her elbow, grimacing at the pain. "What? Why aren't you there with them? Oliver, they need the Arrow for this."

He laughs briefly and it's not a joyful one. "Felicity, I really don't give a shit about the Arrow right now."

That renders her silent. She never thought she would see the day...He sees the concern in her eyes and adds, "They don't need me. Diggle is handling things pretty well with Lyla's help. They know what they have to do."

She falls back on her pillow, her mind swirling with so many questions and thoughts.

"So you stay with me in here...instead of being out there?"

He simply nods and the implication of what that means hits her. Her lips are trembling when she asks, "Why?"

There's so much love in his eyes when he leans into her again that it leaves her breathless. "Felicity...if you die, there will be no Arrow, or no Oliver Queen...if you die, there will be nothing left." He bring her hand to his mouth, pressing a reverent kiss in her palm. "I'm sorry I've been a dumb jerk. I'm sorry it took you flatlining for 5 damn seconds for me to realize that absolutely nothing is worth it if you're not next to me."

She looks at him, speechless as tears slowly run down her cheeks. She brings her hand to his face, caressing his distraught features, and finally letting out the words she's been holding for so long.

"I love you."

He lets out a short laugh, but this time it's a mix of blissful relief and happiness. He stands up and their lips finally meet in a lingering kiss.

"I love you too. Please don't flatline on the operating table anymore," he murmurs against her mouth.

She chuckles. "I'll try. Please don't get run through with a sword and fall off a cliff anymore."

"I'll try," he tells her with an adoring look, wiping the tears of her face and she leans into his hand. They will need to have a conversation, but right now she's just basking in the love and intimacy they finally share again.

"Oh, one more thing," she says. "Our third kiss better not be in a hospital."

A smile stretches his mouth and the haunted look in his eyes finally disappears.

"Knock knock! Am I interrupting?"

Donna Smoak walks into the room, all smiles despite a tired face and holding two cups of coffee. She hands one to Oliver.

"Thank you, Donna," he tells her with a grateful smile and Felicity raises an eyebrow (even that hurt).

Wait...Donna ?

"Mom?" she asks, wondering if maybe the painkillers have hit again and she's hallucinating. But when she's engulfed in her embrace, breathing in her familiar perfume, she knows it's real.

"My baby girl, I'm so glad you're ok," Donna whispers against her forehead and Felicity closes her eyes, tearing up again. Having her mom with her right now is exactly what she needs and she's pretty sure who she has to thank for that.

As if she couldn't love him more than she already does.

"Oliver flew me in," Donna tells her, confirming her thoughts, and Felicity sends him a grateful look. The older Smoak reaches across the bed and gives his arm a light squeeze and Oliver responds with a warm smile.

There's been some bonding going on while she was sleeping, apparently.

The young woman shifts in the bed and is abruptly reminded that she survived a nasty explosion. "I think I'm going to use that magic button now," and Donna presses it, releasing a healthy dose of painkillers.

Felicity finally smiles, making Oliver's dull, grey world colorful again.