"Okay so you're telling me that in the last month Slade has been messing with your heads, Roy ran away thanks to Oliver's protective issues, Sarah and Oliver broke up, there is a Suicide Squad, Helena came back and is now in jail. Slade kidnapped Thea, Oliver gave Isabel QC, I never liked her anyway. And now Laurel possibly knows and you've burned Slade and Isabel's world?" Felicity took a breath. "Did I miss anything else in the two weeks I was gone?"

Oliver shook his head. "No that is pretty much it."

Roy snorted. "Besides that Oliver hasn't left your beside for any time longer than necessary." Oliver glared at him for that.

Diggle smiled. "Just relax Felicity, doc says you're going to be okay, and that all you need to do is heal."

The doctor had left them alone after doing checks on the basics of Felicity's health. He said he'd be back in a while, and Felicity had quickly been filled in on the cover story and what happened while she was out.

Felicity sat back on the bed. "Easier said than done." She played with the blanket on her bed, eyes filling with tears." I hacked into my records, I know about my back." Tears spilled over, trickling down her cheeks. Oliver squeezed her hand tighter, reassuring Felicity.

"We're going to get you into a therapy routine. No worries Felicity." Sarah chirped from her place on the couch.

"I worry a lot." Felicity mumbled, brushing away errant tears that fell from her eyes. "So much has changed, how will we fight it?"

Oliver stood and sat on the bed next to Felicity. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her as close to him as she could take. "Felicity, we will always fight. Sarah is keeping tabs on Laurel, Roy is trying to patch things with Thea, Diggle is here for you, as am I." he gently tilted her chin up so her eyes were looking into his. "Only focus on your healing. As everything comes at us we'll face it together." Oliver pressed his lips to her forehead, and felt her sigh and melt into him.

He looked up at the team, all watching them. He nodded at them. "Together."

"Try again Felicity. The doc said to try at least once if not more a day."

"I don't care what Doctor Hamiltion said. He can go shove it for all I care. I'm able to move some of my toes. That's it. Now, what is going on at the Foundry?"

Diggle sighed. He was trying to spare Felicity the details of what had happened to her babies, and that they had cleaned up the place, with little intention of going back.

"John, Oliver is not here so tell me the truth. What is going on? What happened?"

Diggle sighed again. Oliver didn't want Felicity to know all of what had happened in the two weeks since she was taken, then brought back, and what was happening now. Oliver just wanted her to heal. "He's an idiot." Dig muttered.

"Yes, Oliver is an overprotective idiot. Besides that obvious point. Tell me John." Felicity stared at Diggle, waiting for an answer.

He leaned forward in the chair, staring back at Felicity. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Felicity nodded. "I know something is wrong at the Foundry. I tried to get in the servers but it wouldn't let me."

Dropping his face into his hand, Dig saw a flash of Felicity hitting the computers, of checking for her pulse, and the agony of carrying her limp body up the stairs to call an ambulance before staging the scene.

"Dig," she grabbed his hand. "Please. I only remember going in and trying to get them to not break in, getting stabbed and the rest is fuzzy. Please tell me how I came to this conclusion."

He nodded, knowing that it was all or nothing when telling Felicity the truth. It was better to go with all of it.

"Felicity, when they stopped asking you where 'it' was one of them stabbed you with one of Sarah's knives. They then threw you across the lair breaking your back."

"Which side of the lair Dig?"

Taking a deep breath Dig let it out. "On your desk. Your babies are the reason for the stitches, bruises, hairline fracture and your back injury."

Felicity dipped her head, and Dig felt her shaking as her sobs overcame her. It was good for her to finally let it out, to grieve not only for her computers, but for herself. The men had robbed her of so much, and they still walked free. Dig just held her hand, afraid that Felicity would let her grief overwhelm her.

"Felicity?"

Oliver walked to the other side of the bed, and sat down. He read her grief and sadness. Turning accusing eyes at Diggle, Oliver tried to contain his anger.

"Don't be mad at Dig." Oliver turned to Felicity. Her blue eyes seemed brightened by her tears. Her other hand slid into his, and he squeezed it. "You can't protect me from the truth Oliver. I need to know. I don't take lies or sugar coating. Just give it to me, I can take it."

Oliver took a deep breath All he had wanted was to help her, but she was comforting him. He looked at her, his eyes drinking in her features, her tear-streaked cheeks, bruises that were still healing, and the scars from her knife wounds and surgery. He saw her hand come up and cup his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into it. Much like she had after being shot.

"Oliver. I'm not a china doll. Don't treat me like one."

Her voice firm, and instantly he nodded.

"Felicity they kept asking you about something. What did they want?"

Oliver opened his eyes and looked at Dig. Both men were curious as to what Slade's men wanted that would bring her back to the lair. Oliver looked back at Felicity. her brow was furrowed in concentration as she thought back on that day.

Lifting a hand, Oliver ran his thumb over her cheek, trying to get her attention. When she looked at him, he saw a question in her eyes.
"How is the foot moving going?"

She huffed. "It's tiring, only seeing a few toes move, but at least they're moving."

Oliver smiled. Patience was one of Felicity's strong suits occasionally.

"Hi Sarah." Oliver turned seeing Sarah standing there, holding a coffee cup. She smiled. "I can get a zip line set up, and we can bust you out."

Felicity smiled. "I wish. How's your dad? I heard he was in jail."

Sarah's smiled faded. "Yeah. He's willing to go to jail for the Arrow. I just wish that he wasn't."

Felicity smiled faintly. "I'm sorry."

Sarah shrugged. "Him being locked up will be sad, but I have no way to get him out."

Felicity shot up. "Locked up." Her eyes glazed over. Oliver grabbed her shoulders. "Felicity?"

Dig sat up in the chair, staring at his friends, Sarah tensed by the foot of the bed. Both knew the look of flash backs in PTSD victims. They worried about Felicity.

She gasped, Oliver's grip tightened on her. "Felicity, talk to me what do you see?"

"They wanted something at the Foundry. They wanted something." She repeated. Oliver was scared for her. PTSD was a frightening process. Her mental state could become erratic, but she was remembering something that was vital to why Slade released her.

Felicity fell back, landing hard against her pillows. Her eyes cleared, her chest heaving from the gasping. Oliver ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to warm her in any way he could.

Sarah and Diggle stood by the bed, anxiously waiting for whatever Felicity could tell them. Oliver leaned over her, his forehead touching her.

"Felicity, what do you remember?"

She gasped, tears leaking out of her now closed eyes. It killed Oliver to see her in such a state.

"Oliver." she whispered.

He leaned closer. "Felicity, sweetheart, tell me. It'll make it easier to just tell me."

"They wanted a key." She opened her eyes. "To get through locked doors. They wanted Tockman's key."

Oliver sat up, Sarah and Diggle staring at him. "Roy's at the Foundry."

Sara pressed her ear, activating her side of the comm. "Roy?"

They all waited.

"Roy?"

Sarah raised panicked eyes to the team.

"ROY?"