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AN: Thank you for returning to this story. Sorry it took so long to update. Again. That muse of mine. Hope you enjoy this next chapter and some more Olicity goodness.

Previously:

"I would prefer to stay here with you tonight, in case you need something, or you have nightmares, or if….well, just because." A touch of pink again appeared on his gorgeous cheekbones. "If it's all right with you."

Well, what can a gal do when a nice, good-looking guy wants to spend some time with you, even if it's a hospital. "Yes, I would like that. Just in case, I need something. Since I can't remember anything."

Oliver gave me a smile and nodded. "Okay then, I'm going to step out while they help you get ready for bed, but I'll be back. I'll be here if you need me."

And somehow, that sentence seemed to echo within me and brought me a familiar sense of comfort.

Well, again, after the nursing assistant helped me wash up and change for bed, I fell asleep once I was settled, before Oliver returned. I believe I slept the entire night, but was occasionally interrupted by weird dreams. Some of them included Oliver and Diggle. Unfortunately, that was what I mostly remembered, but not any details. When I woke up, I could remember parts of only one dream.

As the morning sun poured into the window. I woke up remembering the strange dream. It was strange and it must have been a dream, because the part I do remember, seems so fantastical. Like I'd have read it in a book, but I can't remember any of the books I've ever read, or the TV shows or movies I would've watched.

A large, tanned man had me by the waist, sword at my throat. He was bearded, and even looked like a pirate, with an eye patch over his right eye. He had said, presumably to Oliver over some sort of intercom, "I told you, 'twitch and I will cut your throat'. If I had done it then, we wouldn't be here now."

Suddenly Oliver appeared in front of us, dressed in green. Not sure why. He kind of looked like a Robin Hood, but mainly only because he carried a bow. And of course was in green.

They exchanged barbs, and threats, and suddenly when I was sure I was going to lose my head, the pirate lowered the sword and I quickly plunged a syringe of what I did not know into his neck and escaped his arms. I watched as the man slowly fell to the ground.

Of course I woke up after that. How could that not be a dream? Why would that be a memory? But…it seemed so clear, so vivid, like my other recalled memories had been.

~~FS~~OQ~~FS~~

At first I didn't want to ask Oliver about it. I wasn't sure if it could be an actual memory.

I was looking around the room when the nurse walked in. "Are you looking for that gorgeous man who practically bribed us to allow him to spend the night here with you?"

I felt my face redden. "Yeah, I guess, yeah, wow, did he really stay the entire night?"

I looked at her name tag. Tami, it said. I remember her now, she was one of the first nurses to take care of me that first day. "Honey, well, we couldn't allow that, because you're not related. But…he really wanted to." A small smirk appeared, to warn me a teasing remark was on its way. "You still don't remember him?"

"I know, right? How could I forget someone like him? And, since he refuses to tell me, I don't know what type of relationship we have."

"Well, one thing for sure, I could tell you, is, if you two aren't together, it is a might big shame. I would practically kill for a guy to look at me the way he looks at you."

Damn. I didn't know what to think of that. I decided to file it for later consideration. I did feel myself blush at the comment.

"After I check your vital signs, I'll have Sherri help you with your morning cares. Then breakfast should be arriving soon. I hope you're hungry."

I wasn't sure about being hungry. With all the nervousness of not remembering anything, I didn't really think I was. Suddenly my stomach growled and Tami and I shared a laugh.

"I guess you are, then," she said with a smile as she wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my upper arm.

~~OQ~~FS~~OQ~~

Oliver didn't make an appearance until after lunch. He apologized profusely, saying he had some things to catch up on. Tami came in and gave me a quick wink when Oliver was looking at me. "I was just going to take her for a walk. Would you care to accompany her instead, Mr. Queen? A big strong man like you shouldn't have any trouble catching her if she should start to fall."

I thought it was kinda cute as a little blush occurred high on his cheekbones. Of course, I felt a blush on my own face as well, which deepened when Oliver said he would be happy to assist me.

Since I was still hooked up to an IV, Tami had to unplug it. "The good thing about these things is that it makes a nice walking aide." She winked at Oliver this time, "Besides Mr. Queen, of course."

"Tami, you're such a troublemaker," I told her, only partially joking with my frustration.

"All right, I will behave. Let us know if you need anything." Of course, she winked at me behind Oliver's back.

As we began walking in the hallway, Oliver offered his arm and said to me, "Make sure you hold onto me tight."

Without thinking, the words "I imagined you saying that under less platonic circumstances," slipped out of my mouth.

I watched as Oliver's face lit up with the biggest smile yet. He gave a large laugh as well. "I was hoping you'd answer me with that. Are you saying you still haven't had any memory coming back yet?"

I shook my head now, and pretended to concentrate on my walking, which probably wasn't a bad idea anyway. As it was my first walk out of bed, I felt rather unsteady on my feet. But Oliver's strong arm provided me enough support to keep me going.

Various personnel and patients smiled at us as we slowly walked down the hallway. I took my mind off how comfortable it was having Oliver this close to me by nodding a greeting at the passers-by, and ignoring what their smiles probably meant.

Oliver did a wonderful job matching his longer stride to my short one. I teased him about making a great nurse, and he teased me back about me being a terrible patient. We laughed, and suddenly I realized he had steered me back into my room. I hadn't noticed I was getting breathless.

As I lowered myself carefully into the chair beside my bed, I couldn't help saying, "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Oliver pretended to be offended. "What? You thought I let something happen?"

I shook my head, embarrassed. "I don't know. I don't remember ever being in the hospital, so I don't know what to expect with all this rehabilitating."

Tami chose this moment to enter the room. "You did great, Felicity. How are you feeling? Any shortness of breath? Any chest pain or nausea?" she asked as she plugged my IV into the electric plug once again.

"Nope," I told her, popping the 'p'. I can't believe I did that, it felt funny but also familiar as well. I looked at Oliver, and he was giving me one of those smiles when I supposedly did something the old me would do. I guess I pop the 'p's as well.

Oliver caught me looking at him while lost in thought. "Are you remembering something?"

"No, I think it's all just trying to straighten out in here," I said while poking my head with my finger.

Oliver looked towards the door as my doctor entered the room after knocking. I was happy I remembered Dr. Anderson's name, and who she was. But really, it wasn't my short-term memory that had been affected, was it? I had to stop my negative self-talk. I quickly brought my attention back to the doctor.

After the hellos, Dr. Anderson announced she had the results from the latest Cat scan. "Bottom line, the results from all your scans are promising. The blood that had collected in the part of your brain that holds your memoires has decreased steadily, so I am fairly confident you will experience full recovery. I just don't know when or how. These cases are often different to predict, but…."

"It's good news, right? I should get all my memories sometime soon?"

The doctor smiled and agreed. "I'd still recommend going slowly when trying to jog your memory. Trying to do that too often only produces frustrations, which could delay healing."

Oliver pointedly looked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Smarty pants," slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Dr. Anderson smiled. "Yes, I hear you've been quite impatient with your own healing, Felicity."

I shrugged. "Guess I hate mysteries."

The doctor's face softened as she smiled an understanding smile. "I can understand how frustrating this all has been. But you really need to take it all slow. You underwent quite an ordeal, and the body doesn't snap back from something like that very easily. Or quickly."

I bit back a retort, and instead I thanked her. I asked her again when she thought I'd be able to go home. "One more day, then I will see how another CAT scan shows, and we'll go from there. All right?"

"I suppose," I said, not able to hide my disappointment.

Dr. Anderson patted me on the shoulder. "Hang in there, Felicity. You are doing great, even though it may not feel like it. I'll keep an eye on you, but if anything should come up, don't delay in letting the nurses know, all right?"

"She wouldn't, doctor," Oliver had to pipe up after looking at me sternly under his eyebrows.

Turning towards Oliver, the doctor gave him a smile. "And you…don't threaten my staff. We have to abide by the rules of our visiting hours, you know, for the rest of the patients."

Oliver faked a penitent smile, looking like the mischievous boy I somehow knew he once had been. "Okay, Dr. Anderson, I wouldn't."

With one final smile at the both of us, Dr. Anderson left. Oliver shuffled on his feet, looked around the room, then pulled the other chair over and sat next to me.

"Do you need anything right now?" he asked after pulling the tray table closer to me.

I smiled. "No, I don't think so. What do you have planned for tonight?" I then mentally face-planted myself. Why did I ask him that?

He smiled. "Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?"

I shuffled in my chair self-consciously, feeling yet another small blush begin on my cheekbones. "No, just don't want to keep you away from anything important."

Searching my eyes with his, I found myself mesmerized by the look I found in those deep blue depths. "There's no other place more important for me to be than here with you, Felicity."

Finally I shook myself out of my trance. What was with this guy? If we were in a romantic relationship, surely he'd have mentioned it at the beginning? But with all of these feelings…I couldn't be wrong, could I as to wonder why we weren't involved?

"Oliver…?" I leaned closer to him, my tongue snuck out slightly, licking my lips.

As he leaned closer to me, I closed my eyes and…

AN: Really? I ended the chapter THERE? Sorry. The Muse made me do it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and this story. Again, I really apologize for the length of time it took me to get this chapter out. Sigh. Hopefully the next ones wouldn't nearly take as long. I now got them somewhat mapped out. If that makes the waiting sting less…anywho, let me know what you think, if you like, and make the Muse feel good. Thanks as always!