Oliver began to stir. He had no recollection of where he was, how he had gotten there, or anything related to the last week of his life. His body hurt, especially his lower back. It felt like it was on fire. Even the slight movement in what felt like a bed made the pain worse. He began to recall everything that happened over the last five years. It all came flooding back to him in what felt like a tsunami of thoughts. His eyes shot open as he heard a heart monitor hooked up to him sending out a loud beep alerting the hospital staff. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it pounding in his ears. The more he heard it the more his heartbeat quickened as nurses began rushing in.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his joints and muscles screaming at him with the sudden movement. He stumbled back into the wall, and yanked out the IV's and wires hooked up to him. He had no shirt and had medical wrap around his lower torso that rubbed the burn on his back. His pain receptors were on the fritz. The touch of the wall to his bare skin made him uncomfortable, and the bright light shining from through the window caused him to squint. The walls felt like they were caving in on him as his sensory overload began to overwhelm him and cause him to shake with nervousness.

"Calm down Mr. Queen, you're okay. I'm nurse Wilkins. You're in Starling hospital. Do you remember how you got here," the nurse said, holding his hands out with worry in his eyes. The female nurses behind the nurse Wilkins looked terrified as they looked at the scars covering Oliver's body, but they also wore looks of pity.

Oliver looked down seeing all his scars that were revealed, and his fight or flight kicked in. His mind chose flight. He tried running at the nurses to get through the doorway. Nurse Wilkins kept his hands out to stop Oliver. The nurse's hands landed on the scar caused by an arrow that his old mentor had left him with, and his lower left peck. The memory of the scar caused Oliver to punch the nurse knocking him out cold. The female nurses got out of the way as screams of terror left their mouths.

He bolted out of the hospital room and into the hallway. People in chairs waiting on their loved ones all looked at him in confusion, and soon horror as they saw his scars. A woman sitting with her child grabbed her child in a reflex of fear and Oliver felt a sense of dread. He was a monster to these people.

Oliver looked around disoriented and began running down hallways looking for a way out. People stopped to gawk, and some let out gasps. Nurses moved out of the way and were sending out panic alerts. He reached a long hallway, and at the end of it lay an elevator. He began to run towards it and stopped short as the doors opened and four security guards got out.

A few feet remained between Oliver and the guards, and his nerves were getting the better of him. These people wanted to hurt him, just like the people on the island. Just like those who had tortured him. The memories of Fyers, Ivo, Slade, all flooded Oliver. The torture the men had put him through both mentally and physically. Oliver's eyes were filled with fear, and adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"Mr. Queen, we don't want to hurt you. Stand down," the guard's voice was cold. There was neither fear or compassion within his tone. It was emotionless.

Oliver's senses were overwhelmed and adrenaline was heightening them. He noticed one of the guards slowly reaching for something at his side. Oliver launched himself at the guards. He punched the first guard as hard as he could, sending him to the ground in a heap. He kicked one guard into the wall to his left and shoved the other guard. The guard that had been reaching for his side at the back of the group had already pulled out his taser and shot it dead center into Oliver's chest.

The electricity made his body shudder from head to toe. Oliver fell to his knees. The electricity was making his body shut down. He shakily tried bringing his hands up to where the taser's needles lay in his chest, but the guard who Oliver had kicked into the wall shot his taser into Oliver's side. Oliver was knocked out cold, his body crumpling to the floor.

A female nurse ran up to Oliver's limp body and began shouting "he has no pulse, and he's not breathing, someone grab a gurney!"

A minute or so later a nurse rounded the corner with a gurney as the one beside Oliver was giving him CPR. A few other nurses rounded the corner at a sprint. It took all five nurses to pick Oliver up and put him on the gurney. They began running for the ICU.

They reached the ICU and two doctors ran in doing all the necessary checks while the nurses were hooking all the wires up to Oliver before grabbing the defibrillator. "Clear," a doctor announced before pressing the panels to Oliver's chest, sending his body in an upward lurching motion. His heart rate was still flatlining.

The doctor pressed the machine saying, "Upping voltage.. and clear." His body once more was sent into the air, and beeps began filling the air as the heart rate monitor measured a low pulse.

The nurses around began scurrying and injecting him with fluids and medicines. Oliver's head moved to the side and his eyes slowly opened. The anesthetics were kicking in quickly and Oliver's eyes began to droop before he finally was unconscious once more.

Moira, Walter and Thea arrived at the Starling General Hospital as quickly as humanly possible. Moira had gotten a call a few days ago from her son and it had been a whirlwind of events since. They had kept him in China and then had to fly him over to Starling. Oliver was a wreck, so they decided to sedate him in order to send him back to Starling.

The family of three sprinted through the doors and up to the front desk.

"I'm here to see my son, Oliver Queen," Moira said to the receptionist.

"Your son is currently in the ICU," said the receptionist looking up from her computer.

Moira gasped, and Thea began to tear up. "Miss, what happened? The last we heard is he was transported right here from the airport, and we got here as quickly as we could," Walter said. His British accent was heavy due to how flustered he was of this recent development.

"I'm afraid there was a bit of an incident," she said, "our security guards were forced to step in and upon doing so Oliver's high stress levels, and the guards tactics upon handling the situation sent him into cardiac arrest. He is being monitored by Starling General's finest, and we will let you know when he can have visitors," the receptionist said with sadness etched across her face.

Thea began to cry, and Moira brought Thea into her arms as tears began to well up in her eyes. The worry on Walter's face was evident as he joined the hug with the two other Queens. The receptionist suggested they have a seat in the waiting room and a doctor would come to brief them on Oliver and his mental and physical state as soon as possible.

Thea's knee was bouncing up and down with worry. Walter was pacing back and forth while calling his assistant at Queen Consolidated to alert them he'd be gone for the remainder of the day when a doctor walked out. Walter ended his call and they all turned their attention to the doctor.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Elisa Schwartz," she said, shaking both Walter and Moira's hand. "Upon receiving Oliver from the airport we had our suspicions about his mental state, but it wasn't confirmed until about an hour ago. Your son is suffering from PTSD and depression. These are the only visibly apparent conditions, but there may be underlying ones as well. 20% of your son's body weight is scar tissue, and we do not believe these were self-inflicted. We currently have him restrained and sedated."

The Queens were speechless.

"We'd like to keep him for a few more hours before we send him home with you. I want to warn you all, the Oliver you lost may not be the one they found."