Everyone who went to visit her found Felicity sleeping until the second day after she had awoken to Oliver's presence. On that second day, Oliver had visited and found her still asleep and he became suspicious so he paused and listened carefully. A number of the machines had been removed from her. The IV drip had gone as she was no longer nil by mouth and the heart and lung monitors were no longer attached. That did not stop Oliver silently listening to her breathing. Shaking his head with a sigh, Oliver left her room and saw Diggle sitting on a chair opposite the door.

"Still asleep?" he asked.

Oliver shook his head. "I think she's pretending." Diggle raised an eyebrow in question. "Her breathing and heart rate sped up when I was standing there. They weren't calm and steady."

"She's faking it?"

"That'd be how much she doesn't want to speak to me, yes."

"Oliver, I'm sure this isn't about you."

"You go and try then."

Diggle entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him and waited a moment, but there was no reaction. He sighed and opened the door again, closing it on a puzzled Oliver's face as Diggle remained in the room. Within seconds Felicity rolled over and sat herself up slightly, gasping when she realised that Diggle was still standing there. With slow, large steps, he approached her and said, "Sleeping beauty wakes up."

"I'm not Sleeping Beauty. I dreamed I was Cinderella actually."

"Whichever, why are you hiding?"

"I got myself shot. I put Oliver, Sara, all of you in danger. You could have all been found out. And I can see it on his face."

"See what?"

"The disappointment in me. I'm becoming a freaking liability to this team. I should be benched."

"Felicity," he comforted, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her hand. "I don't think that's disappointment you can see." She looked at him questioningly. "I'm pretty sure it's guilt."

"Brilliant. I'm the cause of yet more guilt for him. He broke his promise to Tommy for me, he killed again for me. He didn't kill for Laurel, he rescued her without killing anyone. But not me. No, I'm pathetic enough that he killed for me and then almost watched me die. All he feels for me is guilt."

"Or maybe a hell of a lot more. Maybe he feels too much for you that he couldn't see you in danger from the Count and killed, but he didn't feel as strongly for Laurel. Maybe he feels all of that guilt because he cares for you, not because it's all he feels for you."

"I doubt it."

"Did he tell you the choices he had to make?"

She knew that he had chosen having her treated in hospital rather than in the lair, but she was not aware of any others. She shook her head.

"When you were both locked in the room, he needed you conscious to unlock the door, but you'd lost so much blood you couldn't remain conscious. He had the choice to either watch you die helplessly, or he could have given you a shot of epinephrine, woken you and got out, but it would have caused you to bleed out faster. You wouldn't have made it to the hospital. He had the choice, Felicity, to watch you die or help you die. He might have killed for you, but he wouldn't help kill you."

"Way to make me feel even guiltier," she sobbed with a slight smile. "Is he still out there?"

Diggle nodded. "He's barely left."

"Can you send him in please?" Kissing her forehead, Diggle nodded and left the room as she continued to sniff away her tears.

"She wants to see you," Diggle told Oliver and there was a flicker of hesitation on the billionaire's face. "She probably feels just as guilty as you do."

Hesitantly Oliver entered the room, Diggle closed the door behind him. He would have continued with his hesitancy if it were not for the fact the he saw her crying in her bed. Everything left his mind and he crossed the room with speed, enveloping her in his arms. She buried her face into his neck and shoulder, sobbing openly on him and he held her tightly, letting her do whatever she wanted. Her entire body seemed to shudder with sobs against him and Oliver had to close his own eyes to stop his emotions. Gently he bowed his head slightly and pressed his lips against the top of her shoulder, partly meeting bare skin.

Finally he spoke. "You're going to be okay."

She nodded against him and then moved her head so she could breathe easier, keeping her arms clamped around him. "You couldn't help kill me, huh?"

"Never. But don't test me on it again."

"Never," she shook her head. "It isn't your fault. None of it is."

His eyes did a long blink again and his voice went hoarser than normal. "I let you come in there. I brought you into this team. I needed you to rescue me."

"Dude," she objected through muffled tears. "There wouldn't be a team without me. Just a potential homo-erotic duo."

He laughed into her shoulder. Whenever he and Diggle clashed, it was Felicity that aided them back together. She was their glue. "Don't ever leave then." She shook her head into his neck. "Don't ever get shot again. Don't make me watch you…" She squeezed him tighter that he thought his ribs might crack, but he did not care, he simply held her in reply.