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Thud.

Oliver met with the concrete in a silent heap, the arrow he'd had in his hand clattering on the ground next to him.

Diggle drew in a sharp breath, lowering the tranq gun and closing his eyes.

Thank God.

Caitlin and Cisco rushed past him, yelling Barry's name. He watched dully as Cisco injected Oliver with the antidote, and Caitlin screamed Barry's name.

It was as if things were in slow motion.

He stared numbly at the scene before him, the nauseating feeling of helplessness rooting his feet to the ground. Felicity's voice was in his ear, frantic and shouting, but he couldn't find his voice to reassure her.

Glancing at the blood pooling beneath Barry's body, there was nothing he could say to comfort her.

And that's when his stomach's contents found a new place to reside.

"He's gonna' be okay, right?"

Felicity's voice was enough to bring Diggle back to the present. He glanced over at her, sitting on her usual chair with her hands clenched together.

"I mean, he has to be. He has to be-" Her voice caught and she looked away, covering her mouth with her hand. But nothing could hide the choked sob that cut off her words. John sighed. He wished he could tell her it would all be okay. He wished he could comfort her in at least some sort of way.

But hell, he just wished he knew if Barry was even alive.

"God, there was so much blood," She whispered and he looked back up at her. She shook her head. "There's no way he-" Another sob hitched her words, and he made his way over to her.

"Hey, don't think like that. Caitlin and Cisco know what they're doing," He sounded hopeful, but they both knew the truth.

They both knew.

No amount of powers could save someone from that.

He laid his hand on her shoulder, blowing out a heavy breath. The kid didn't deserve this. None of them did.

Despite the overwhelming grief and concern he felt for Barry's health, he couldn't help but worry about what would happen to Oliver when he woke up. But he knew what would happen when he found out.

And he knew that they couldn't handle losing them both.

The first thing he noticed, was a heavy weight on his chest.

The second thing he noticed, was that opening his eyes was proving to be the most difficult challenge he'd faced in quite a while.

He groaned, involuntarily, as he finally got his eyes open and was no sooner blinded by harsh white lights.

"Oliver?"

He knew that voice.

"Felicity?" He croaked out, still adjusting to the lights.

"How are you feeling?" There was a quiver in her voice, and Oliver immediately knew something was wrong. Turning his head and focusing on her tear stained face, was only confirmation to his fear.

He immediatley sat up, wincing slightly as he threw his legs off to the side, dangling off of the table. The world spun and he shook his head, feeling as if this was some sort of Deja Vu.

"Felicity, what happened?" He reached out to her, but she took a step back and flinched.

She flinched.

He felt as if he had been slapped across the face.

"What do you remember, Oliver?" His head jerked to the side at the voice, just now noticing that Dig stood beside him. He shook his head.

"I don't," He paused, frowning. "I don't know." He said, a feeling of helplessness washing over him. It was all just a blur.

Diggle sighed.

"Do you remember teaming up with Barry?" He paused, glancing at Felicity who bowed her head. "And figthing Crystal?" John's voice lowered significantly, and Oliver frowned.

"Crystal?"

"She's a meta. She can, um," He licked his lips. "She can mess with people's minds. Control them,"

"Control them?"

"Yeah. Like Bivolo." Oliver nodded.

"Did something happen?" He watched as Dig and Felicity exchanged a glance. John cleared his throat.

"We thought she was going to rob a jewelry store, but turns out it was just a trap. She got to you, Oliver."

"What?" He looked around, noticing now that they were the only ones around. "You said Barry was here. Where is he?" Oliver's heart nearly stopped when he heard Felicity's choked sob. She immediately walked away, shaking off John's hand on her arm.

It felt as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"John?"

"Look, Oliver-"

"Where is he?" Oliver's jaw tensed as Dig only stared at him. "John," He began, voice low. "Where is Barry?" His voice was almost threatening, but truthfully it was only concealing the panic hidden right below the surface.

The lack of response was enough to have Oliver on his feet and already moving away. Mirroring Felicity a moment ago, he shrugged off John's hand and ignored his voice; intent on finding out the truth for himself.

There was only one place Barry would be if he were alive.

Oh, God, don't let there even be another option.

He found the door he was looking for, and ignoring Diggle's protests once more, he none too gently opened the door.

Nothing could have ever have prepared him for the sight strung out before him.

Barry lay on a table in the middle of the room, a flurry of activity happening around him as Caitlin and Cisco rushed around.

There was blood on the floor, and blood on his uniform and blood on his face and blood in his hair and blood on-

Barry's arm dangled off the table, blood coating his hand. His chest was black and blue and red.

He was dead.

There was no way he could be alive.

Oliver stood there, wide-eyed, emotions floodinng over him until it made his knees weak. He was distantly aware of Caitlin yelling at John to get him out of there and he was only semi-coherent of being dragged out by his arm, followed by the banging of a door.

His legs felt numb, but his mind was on overdrive.

Punch.

Thud.

Ping.

Scream.

Pleasure.

Oh God.

He did this.

He killed Barry.

And Oliver had enjoyed it.

He barely made it out of the room, before his knees hit the concrete and the meagre contents of his stomach met their fate beside him.

Is Barry truly dead? Or is Oliver simply overwhelmed with guilt? Stay tuned, y'all. ;) And remember! Reviews inspire me to write so feel free to maybe do that that if ya' want. ;D Sending hugs your way!