Felicity opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings. The bright fluorescent of the lights seemed increase the pounding in her head and the antiseptic smell turned her stomach. Her body was stiff and aching and her mind was in a haze. She was in a hospital, of that she was certain, but she couldn't remember why she was there. She took stock of her injuries, which included headache and general achiness along with a splinted left arm, and assumed there must have been a mission gone wrong. Still, she couldn't remember what the mission was, or even who they'd been going after lately.

Oliver was folded awkwardly into a hospital chair next to her bed. He was fast asleep and taking in the rumpled state of his clothes, he'd been there for a while. This leant credence to Felicity's mission gone wrong theory, as it would explain his presence in her room; Oliver always felt guilty when she got hurt.

She located the remote for the bed and managed to get herself into an almost-seated position. The mechanical whir of the motor caused Oliver to stir slightly, but Felicity was thankful that he hadn't woken up. She was in the process of shifting the pillows so that she could get comfortable when a nurse came in. She was wearing purple scrubs and her name badge said "Karen".

"Well look who's finally awake," Karen said, smiling.

"How long was I out?" Felicity asked, her voice hoarse.

"Since they brought you in, day before yesterday," Karen filled a cup with water and handed it to Felicity. "This will help with the dryness."

"Thank you," Felicity said softly. She took a sip, the cool water soothing her throat.

"This one's been worried about you. Hasn't left your side," Karen said, indicating Oliver. "You've got one of the good ones."

"He's a good guy," Felicity responded, figuring there was no point in trying to explain the complicated friendship/partnership she had with Oliver.

"How are you feeling?" Karen asked, as she checked Felicity's IV.

"I'm alright, I guess," Felicity responded. "My head's aching and everything's a bit fuzzy, but I guess that's probably to be expected." She considered asking why she'd been brought in, but she knew that whatever cover story Oliver and Diggle had worked up wouldn't shed any light on what had actually happened.

"Well, I know that Dr. Bernhard was waiting for you to wake up before we ran some tests," Karen told her. "So I am going to let him know that you're up, and once we get those tests run, we can get you something for the pain."


"You're welcome." Then she looked over to Oliver. "Well, it looks like everyone's up now, so I'll leave you two to catch up, while I go get the doctor."

Karen left the room, and Felicity turned to look over at Oliver, who was sitting forward in his chair. As her eyes met his, he broke out into a wide smile, reaching out and taking her right hand in both of his, careful of the IV.

"Hey, you're awake," he said, "how are you feeling?"

"A little sore," Felicity admitted, "and I don't really remember what happened."

She dropped her voice to a whisper, "I assume our evening plans went awry."

"Something like that," Oliver said with a small smile. "Though you were not supposed to be there; I thought we had agreed on that."

Felicity shrugged. "I might be a little fuzzy on the details right now, but I'm sure I had a good reason."

"Not good enough," Oliver insisted, running one hand gently up her forearm, and looking into her eyes. "We agreed; no more evening plans for you."

Felicity frowned, pulling her hand out of Oliver's grasp. "That doesn't sound like something I'd agree to. My life, my choice; remember?"

Oliver frowned, "yes, but-" he began, but was interrupted when Karen returned with Dr. Bernhard.

"Well Mrs. Queen, I'm glad to see you're finally awake," he said. "How are you feeling?"

Felicity looked quizzically at the doctor. "Oh, I'm not Mrs. Queen."

Dr. Bernhard looked down at the chart in his hand, and then back up at Felicity, his brow furrowed. "You're not Felicity Queen?"

"No, I'm Felicity Smoak." Felicity began to wonder what had happened when she'd been brought in. Had they just assumed that Oliver was her husband or did he tell them that to pull some kind of strings? It seemed like the kind of asinine thing he would do, especially if he was feeling guilty that she'd gotten hurt.

Dr. Bernhard put down the chart. "Felicity, do you know who this man is?" he asked, gesturing to Oliver.

"That's Oliver Queen," she said, "but we're not married. We work together, and I mean, we're friends, but we're not married, we're not even dating."

She glanced over at Oliver, who was sitting stiffly in the chair, wearing an unreadable expression.

"Felicity, can you tell me the last thing that you remember?" Dr. Bernhard asked.

Felicity closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember. Everything was hazy and it seemed like there was a big black hole in her memory. "I'm not really sure," she admitted. "Being at home, maybe? Nothing specific."

Dr. Bernhard nodded. "Okay. Can you tell me the date?"

"March, I think," Felicity said, struggling, "not sure the day."

"And the year?"


"Okay." Dr. Bernhard picked up her chart, and made a few notes.

"Is something wrong?" Felicity asked, sensing some tension in the room.

"Well, Felicity, I'd like to start running some tests. I'd like to start by getting a CT scan and an MRI to get an understanding of what we're dealing with here. I'm concerned that your fall and the head trauma might have done a little more damage than I'd originally thought."

Felicity sighed. "I got the date wrong, didn't I?"

Dr. Bernhard nodded.

"What is the date?" Felicity asked.

"April 7th," the doctor replied.

"Oh, that's not too bad."


Felicity's stomach lurched. "I think I'm going to be sick."