A/N: Just a small look at a 'fill in' scene I wanted to see more of. Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think!
The lair was stunned silent for a few long seconds after Barry had raced away carrying Lyla until Felicity's shaky voice broke through.
"John...you need to go,"
It was the jolt he needed, his head snapping up from where he'd been staring at the spot on the table where the love of his life had just been laying.
"Go," Oliver said quietly, "Take the bike."
Digg just nodded once before pounding up the stairs. No one else moved until the reverberation of the door slamming shut again was finished ringing throughout the foundry.
It was Caitlin who made her way around and began shutting down the medical equipment, but Oliver only had eyes for Felicity who was still gripping the edge of the med table like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Slowly he approached until he was at her side and could see the fine tremors running through her.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Even though he'd kept his voice low she still jumped, hands flying up to adjust her glasses when she froze, staring at the dried blood that stained her skin.
"I just keep seeing Sara."
A great sucking inhale rocked him back and he heard Roy make a noise of distress behind him but he didn't turn.
"Lyla's at the hospital. She's alive," he reminded her, watching as she blinked rapidly while nodding her head but not really hearing him.
"I see you too. And Roy. And Digg. You've all been on this table, and-"
"You've been there too," he said sharply, unable to stop himself and he saw Caitlin and Cisco exchange a look on the other side. Because the memory of thinking she was dead in that restaurant was too close and too real.
Her chin fell to her chest at that, "I know."
The thumb of her right hand was beginning to scrub a spot on her palm and he could see how close to the edge she was.
"You need to get cleaned up."
"I'll take care of this, and then go to the hospital if you'd like. See how she's doing," Caitlin offered kindly.
"Thank you," Oliver replied, but never looked away.
Hesitantly he reached out until his gloved fingers came to rest on the inside of her elbow and she jerked like she'd been struck by electricity.
When she half turned towards him his chest seized. He wasn't expecting her small fingers to wrap around his wrist, digging tight into the leather as she finally lifted her head and looked at him.
He could see the fear. How scared she was that they were going to lose someone else and more than anything he wanted to hold her, protect her, promise her it would never happen again. But he couldn't. He still hadn't shaken off the terror he'd felt at her call telling them Harkness had infiltrated the foundry.
"We're okay," he more mouthed than spoke because his throat was thick and he didn't trust his voice.
"Yeah," she breathed out in a whisper.
"I got your bag with your change of clothes," Roy interjected causing Felicity to pull away and attempt to give him a half of a smile. But it fell short and Oliver didn't know if the flare of frustration and anger he felt was directed at Roy for interrupting or at himself for being the reason the foundry had been compromised.
With slow, heavy steps she took the bag and began to make her way towards the back, but halfway there she stopped and turned, locking her eyes on his and for a moment no one else existed.
Caitlin came around, arms wrapping around her middle as Felicity blinked before continuing into the shadows, and the doctor waited until she was out of sight to speak.
"She's strong, Oliver. She'll be okay."
And when he looked up and stared at her, he realized he didn't know if she was talking about Lyla or Felicity.