Felicity stood outside the metal door that would lead her to Oliver. She'd asked John to let her do this part on her own. For some reason the thought of anyone but her seeing Oliver in the state he's in makes her feel sick. She had only ever heard him sound like that twice before; the day he tried to sacrifice himself to Slade and the night she had to leave him in Nanda Parbat. She felt as if his words were dripping with resignation expect this time there was no one to surrender to.

She summoned all the courage she had and pulled the door open. Her ears were met with a loud screech as the door protested opening; much like her heart. When she reached the bottom of the stairs the she braced herself for whatever she would find in their dilapidated home. The 'arrow cave' would always be their home in her mind. It's where they fell in love. She watched Oliver grow from a lonely vigilante to a leading a team of heroes. Adrian Chase took that from him and she felt bile rise in her throat at that revelation. He took that growth and he will die for it. She'll make sure of it.

"Oliver." She called out quietly.

Nothing.

She walked forward to the place her computers once lived and called out again, "Oliver".

Her eyes searched the darkness and found him. He lay still on the bed she insisted on buying for him. She remembered how much he fought her on that. What he didn't know was her buying him a bed was a compromise. She hated that he lived in the 'arrow cave'. He deserved so much more than that. He deserved a home. In hindsight, that must have been why she worked so hard to turn the 'arrow cave' into one. And she did.

She walked over to him and sat down by his sleeping form. She knew he was sleeping from the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looked like a child; so innocent and scared. She'd never seen him like this and to say it broke her heart was an understatement.

He doesn't deserve this pain; or any pain. He's been through to much as it is. His words played in her mind, I don't want to do this anymore. Who could blame him? She wants him to be free of this world and the weight it forces him to carry. He deserves the life that made together in Ivy Town. Those happy days when smiles were always on his face and the light he always denied having shown as bright as the sun.

She hadn't realized John came in until he spoke, "Felicity, is he okay?".

"No." It was the truth. Oliver was so far from okay. He was devastated, by what exactly she didn't know. He was hurting, wet and cold; "But he's alive."

"We need to get him out of here."

"I know." She didn't want to disturb him but she knew John was right. He needed a lot of things and medical attention and support were her number two concerns.

She reached out and ran her hand through his wet hair. Memories flashed through her mind of all the times she'd done this, the circumstance were much different now.

"Oliver, my love." She said lowly. Her heart shattered when his eye opened. They were so empty. No that wasn't it. There was love there, always was when he looked at her. But now, there was regret too. He'd never looked at her with regret in his eye before. What did he regret?

"Where are we?" he asked.

"The 'Arrow Cave'. Please come home with us." Felicity pled.

"I don't have a home, Felicity." He stated, there was that childlike demeanor again.

"Oliver, as long as I am alive, you will always have a home." She declared, lacing her words with as much love as she could.

"If I'm in your life you won't be alive for much longer." He said as he sat up and pushed himself of the bed. His legs gave out as he did. Both her and john lunged to catch him before he hit the ground, he'd done enough of that. John got to him first, thankfully.

"I got you brother."

Oliver never said anything else. Not when John helped him up the stairs and into the van. Not on the journey back to the bunker. Not when John helped him inside and lead him to his cot. He didn't speak again until Felicity offered to get him something to eat.

"Just go." He pled so low she almost missed it.

"I'm not leaving you, Oliver. You said it earlier, and while you may have been an asshole about it, you were right. I have been running from you and shutting you out. But I can't see you this way and pretend I don't care or that I don't love you. So, I'm not leaving you."

"You will. When you see me for what I truly am, you will. At least I hope you will." She walked over to where he sat on the cot and kneeled in front of him.

"Look at me." She waited for his eyes to meet hers before she continued. "Right now, you are going to take the medicine John's getting you, and then you're going to sleep. When you wake up, Dr. Schwartz is going to be to check you out. Then, me and you, are going to talk."

"I don't need medicine."

"Yes, you do. I'll use my loud voice if I have to." She jested, with a small smile.

John entered and Oliver took the medicine, like he had a choice on that one. She'd have made John hold him down while she forced it down his throat if she had too.

Felicity woke up to the sound of her computers sounding an alarm. It must be morning now. She ran over to shut the alarm off before it woke Oliver from his sleep.

"Felicity!" She heard John call from where Oliver was resting. She took off towards them and met John as he was running towards her computers. In his hand was a piece of paper.

"He's gone." He stated looking terrified and pissed all at once.

"He can't be gone. We just got him back." Felicity replied, fear running through her.

"Here." John growled, handing her the paper and walking towards the sparing dummies.

The note was written in Oliver's handwriting and read:

"I know you won't leave me. Either of you. So, I'm leaving you. Please don't look for me. The man you both cared for was a lie. I tried to be the man you both believed I could be. I failed. Adrian is right. In time, you'll both see that. I need you both to know I'm not leaving because I don't love you but because I do love you. I've done nothing but bring pain into your lives since the moment we met. For that I'm sorry. It was never my intention, please know that. But Chase helped me see that it doesn't matter what my intentions are because I'm the problem. Please, look after each other and look after Thea. I have one last thing to say to you, Felicity, and I wish I could say it to you. I'm so sorry for everything loving me has cost you. I'm so sorry for everything leaving you will bring. I'm sorry that this has to be goodbye."