Oliver opened his eyes slowly, blinking through the haze that was hanging over him. The light was bright, too bright. The lights in the bunker weren't this bright. He felt his heart rate spiking followed by a loud beeping that mirrored his heartbeats.

"Oliver?" He heard a voice ask softly.

He turned to see what was going on and saw Felicity sitting next to his bed, that wasn't his bed at all.

"What's going on? Where am I?" He asked, the confusion only spiking his heart rate more.

Felicity got up and moved to sit beside him on the bed.

"Hey, you're in the hospital. Dr. Schwartz has been taking good care of you." She informed, taking his hand and laying it in her lap.

He tried to remember what could have landed him in the hospital. He didn't find anything. He remembered Felicity trapping him and the team letting him out. He remembered drinking, a lot. But, there was nothing after that.

"Why am I here?" He asked.

Felicity didn't speak. She glanced down at his hands and his eyes followed hers. He inhaled a breath of shock into his lungs when his eyes landed on the bandage wrapped around his wrist. He'd definitely thought about killing himself, more times than he cared to admit, but he'd actually tried. He didn't know how to feel.

"Hey." Felicity addressed quietly.

Oliver's eyes met hers, warily. He wasn't sure what'd he find there; regret, pain, or worst of all, pitty. He sighed when all he saw was awe and love. How'd she do it?

"You're still here. We'll fight this the same way we have everything else, together. Okay?"

"I….Felicity, I don't know how." He admitted, tearing his eyes from hers.

"I do. But we can talk about that after the Doc sees you."

Dr. Schwartz had been in to assess the extent of the damage the blood loss had caused. She'd ran her tests and seemed pleasantly surprised that he was fine, relatively speaking. She'd informed him that he'd have to stay until his blood count had returned to normal and she could release him with a clean bill of health. He'd hated that part. He wanted to go home.

Now, here they all are. Oliver in his hospital bed, shifting anxiously. Felicity laying next to him, fast asleep. And John, standing in front of the large window, staring into the dark of the night. Oliver stopped his fidgeting when Felicity began to stir in her sleep.

He settled his anxious energy on John. He looked….heavy, like he was carrying something.

"John?"

"Why?" He asked, the emotion in his voice was hard to detect.

"I….don't know." Oliver answered.

"Oliver, whatever that son of a bitch did to you, you should know that you can talk to me. I've stood by you through so much. I've seen so much. I know you; the good, the bad and the ugly. Oliver, I know."

Oliver stared at his back and waited for him to turn. When he didn't, he spoke.

"John, it's not like I planned this. It just….happened. I'd be lying if I said that the thought hadn't crossed my mind. We both know it has. I guess, I just couldn't see a way out of all of this shit that didn't end in you or Felicity selling your souls for me. I couldn't let that happen. If I die, it's over."

"It's over for you." John said, finally turning to face his brother. Oliver was surprised to see that the tears on his face.

"What…."

"It'd be over for you. What do you think would happen to the rest of us if we lost you? I know it's hard for you to understand, especially after having Chase in your head for so long, but you are just as much our light as we are yours. You've pulled all of us back from the brink, multiple times. You give us hope. Oliver, I watched her mourn you once." John informed, motioning to Felicity's sleeping form.

"Don't make me do it again. She's strong but I don't that she could survive losing you like that. She needs you to fight. So does Thea, Rene, Dinah, Curtis, Lance, William, and me."

"John, I don't….I don't know how. How do I fight him? I've tried everything. I've done everything I can to stop him. He's too far ahead of me and he knows me too well. I can't get a head of him."

"Yeah, he knows you. But he made one crucial mistake."

"What's that?"

"He underestimated Felicity Smoak and what'd she do for someone she loves."

The missions. He'd completely forgotten.

"You got it?"

"With the tech the team got and the tech Felicity got from Helix, not only can we reveal the son of a bitch's identity, we can find him."

Damn. This could all be over in a matter of hours.

"We out him. He'll run scared. We'll find him and end this."

"How does she do it?" Oliver asked, looking down at the woman sleeping next to him.

He moved the hair from her face so he could see her face better. She truly was his angel. She had been since he first saw her all those years ago. In that moment, he knew what he was fighting for.

He was fighting for a chance. A chance at redemption. He'd fight to redeem himself to her, to prove to himself that Adrian was wrong, he'd fight for his city and he'd fight to make his father proud.