Oliver POV

Time is an interesting concept to wrap your head around. When you are enjoying yourself, time races by too quickly. When you are sitting in a hospital for a week doing absolutely nothing, it drags on with no end in sight.

It has been a week since Felicity's convulsions. Thankfully, the medication that the doctors started her on has seemed to improve her condition. They had taken her off the respirator a few days ago. She hasn't had any convulsions since that day. According to her doctors, she is completely out of the woods. They expect her to wake up anytime now.

Two days ago they moved her out of ICU and into a regular room. Diggle, along with everyone else, had stopped by yesterday. They had brought an assortment of flowers and get well soon cards for Felicity. Diggle had even brought by Felicity's tablet for whenever she woke up.

I was starting to get nervous that she wasn't going to wake up. It had been a week since I heard her voice or felt her reassuring touch. Only the sound of the television and the heart rate monitor kept me company. As usual, I had my hand intertwined with her limp one. My thumb was gently stroking the back of her palm as I watched a new episode of Days of Our Lives on television. The drama on this show made my life look like a cakewalk.

A feeling of something tight gripping my hand pulled me out of the overly dramatic show. Glancing down at my hand, I saw that Felicity's hand was clutching mine. Looking up at her face, her eyes were still closed.

"Felicity?" I asked in disbelief. Her eyes slowly inched open, blinking repeatedly. A grin spread across my face as she came to life before my eyes.

"Oliver?" She whispered barely audible. She took a second to take in her surroundings. "Where... what happened?"

"We are at the hospital, again. Do you remember anything that happened?" I asked curiously. She took a second, trying to recollect the events that transpired since we had been back in Starling.

"Slade," she whispered as a look of confusion spread across her face. "How am I alive?" Her eyes drifted down to the blanket covering her stomach.

"The ambulance got there in time. They rushed you here and were able to save your life."

"How did you escape Slade?" Her eyes left the blanket and scanned over me for any injuries. She lingered on my face for a minute, seeing the fading bruise on my cheek.

"Diggle showed up with breakfast and saved the day. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have made it out of there alive."

"Is that scum bag behind bars now, or did he get away?"

"Diggle shot him a few times. He wound up not making it through surgery," I answered as a look of surprise formed on her face.

"Oh," she replied shocked. "Well I know he was a douche bag, but from what you've told me he wasn't always one. He used to be your friend. I am sorry, Oliver." Her hand gave mine a gentle squeeze.

"The Slade I knew died a long time ago; only the Mirakuru lived on," I admitted thinking of Slade's insane lust for revenge.

She sat there in silence for a moment. She shifted slightly in the hospital bed, causing a wince of pain to escape her lips.

"You okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm just a little sore," she admitted gritting her teeth. She was trying to get comfortable once again in her bed.

"I can ask the nurse if you can have some more pain medicine," I suggested.

"No, I'll be fine," she brushed it off. "How long was I out anyway?"

"A week. I was starting to get scared that you weren't going to wake up."

"Sleeping Beauty was in recovery mode," she joked letting me know that she was going to be okay. I shook my head with a chuckle as silence filled the room for a moment.

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

"I am a little thirsty," she admitted.

"Here," I muttered grabbing the plastic cup full of ice chips off the counter, "I got this a few minutes before you woke up."

"Thanks," she responded, carefully taking the cup out of my hand. She raised the cup up to her chapped lips and let a few of the chips fall into her eager mouth.

"When do I get to go home?" She asked as she crunched on the ice.

"I'm not sure. I know a few more days at least. I'll have to ask the next time somebody stops by."

"You haven't been brooding this entire time I've been in here, have you?" She asked curiously.

"Only a little bit," I admitted. I was so relieved that she was okay that I didn't stop and blame myself for her condition. She wouldn't want me blaming myself. Slade was to blame, and he already answered for his sins.

"Good," she replied with an approving smile on her face. A loud commercial caught both of our attention on the television. She focused on the television for a minute as Days of Our Lives returned from its break.

"You're watching Days of Our Lives?" She laughed looking at me with disbelief spread across her face.

"There's not a whole lot on," I confessed.

"Anything good happen?" She asked actually sounding interested.

"Wait, do you watch this show?"

"Occasionally," she replied sheepishly.

"Wow," I replied shaking my head.

"Oh shush up. I think you are secretly addicted now," she accused.

"You've caught me," I smirked rolling my eyes.

She scooted over in the bed and patted the empty space beside her. "Come here. We can watch it together," she said inviting me over.

I stood up out of my chair, and carefully sat beside her on the bed. I gently wrapped my arm around her shoulder pulling her into my chest. She snuggled up to me close. I began stroking my hand against her hair as we watched the cheesy show together.

As I sat there with her next to me, I thought that I could just lay here with her here forever. Every time she would laugh at something on the show, a smile would form on my face. In my world of chaos, she was my silence. That plane crash wound up crashing us into one another. I'm ready for whatever my future may hold, as long as she's in it with me.

A/N

I just wanted to thank everyone who has supported this story. This has been an interesting journey over the past months and I'm glad I got to spend it with you guys. I have plenty of other stories out there if you want to read more of my works. I will be updating Broken Arrows soon for those who read that story! I LOVE YOU ALL!