A/N: I am not a doctor. All medical information is part research and part imagination.

The plane drops suddenly, and Felicity feels herself floating on air in the seconds before Oliver straightens the nose and she crashes back onto her seat. They keep falling, though, and the muscles in Oliver's arms strain as he wrestles with the steering system. Out the window Felicty sees endless ocean, and her heart is in her throat as she thinks, I'm not ready to die.

Jerking awake, Felicity throws herself back from the edge of the hospital bed, groping for her glasses and trying to get her bearings. Oliver. He's the one in the bed, and he's awake, turning his attention from the window to look at Felicity.

No, not look; smile. Why is he smiling?!

"Oliver?"

"Oliver," he says, watching her intently. "That's my name?"

Oh shit. "You don't… remember. You don't remember?" Her breath quickens and starts to come in short gasps, panic setting in before she can even really process it. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

"Hey." He reaches for her hand, holding it and smoothing his thumb over the knuckles. "I'm the one in the hospital bed, right? Can you slow down?"

Her wide eyes lock on his, these eyes that watch her with calm affection, and she counts her inhale, holds it, counts her exhale. On the third long breath out, she says, "How are you so calm?"

He shrugs with both his shoulder and his eyebrows. "Sky is blue, I'm in very little pain, I'm here with you." He smiles again. This smile she's seen three, maybe five times in her life—he wears it like it's the most natural thing in the world, like it isn't interrupting her heartbeat directed her way for so long.

"Do you know who I am?" Her grip tightens around his hand anxiously.

He squeezes her hand back and says gently, "Not specifically. I don't know your name. But I have a good feeling about you."

"Well, I'm Felicity," she says numbly, taking her hand back and wrapping the fingers of both hands around the metal arms of her chair.

"Are we…" His eyes drop to her left hand and Felicity's breathing just flat-out stops in her chest. "…dating?"

"No!" she says at what feels like the top of her lungs, then shakes her head and says again, "No, we're colleagues, friends, we work together, we, we've worked together for, we're definitely not dating, we, we work very well together, we work—"

"Okay!" he says, laughing. "We work together. Gotcha." The laugh shows in his eyes, the laugh starts in his eyes, and when he stops laughing it's still there. Felicity can barely look at him.

"I should get Diggle," she says, and Oliver just nods like that means anything to him.

"Is that family, or, you know, do I have any family? I'm just wondering since you're here, but you say we're not—definitely not dating, so…"

"I… I should get Digg." Felicity keeps her eyes down, hurries out of the room and down the hall. Diggle went to the cafeteria just for a minute and that should have been fine but of course Oliver chose that minute to wake up and of course he's lost his memory, because that's just the most logical sequence of events to cap off their year.

She brings Digg back with a quick explanation and he walks into Oliver's room like he owns it, striding to the side of the bed and holding out his hand.

"Hello, Oliver. I'm John Diggle. We work together."

"Uh-huh," Oliver says slowly, looking from Digg to Felicity as he shakes Diggle's hand. "Do I happen to have any friends I don't also work with?"

"Sure, sure," Digg says easily, then looks to Felicity. "Uh, I can't think of any off the top of my head, but…"

"Well, that's kinda sad," he says mildly. "And my family? Felicity wouldn't—"

"I thought maybe you—" Felicity interjects, with an apologetic glance at Digg.

Nodding, Digg sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at Oliver, while Felicity sits back down on her chair and folds her hands in her lap.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Oliver, but you lost both your parents. Your father died about six years ago and your mother passed quite recently."

Looking down, Oliver nods, pressing his lips together and shifting his mouth to the side.

"You also have a younger sister."

Oliver narrows his eyes. "She's…?"

"Alive. Currently out of town, but very well. You've had your differences, but you love each other." Digg pauses, and Oliver opens his mouth, but doesn't speak. "Her name is Thea," Digg says carefully.

"Thea," Oliver repeats. "John. Felicity. Is that all?"

"You have an ex-girlfriend, Laurel. She's in the hospital with her father, so she might stop in."

At the word 'girlfriend' Oliver looks quickly to Felicity, as if checking for a reaction. Keeping her face carefully blank, Felicity looks right back and shakes her head slightly, but Oliver just smiles and nods.

Digg watches them both curiously, and when the doctor comes in to check on Oliver he gets a chance to satisfy that curiosity, taking Felicity out into the hallway and asking her, "What's going on in there?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. "He doesn't remember me, but he says he has a feeling about me." She adjusts her glasses and stares at Digg. "He asked if we were dating."

With barely a pause, Diggle bends at the waist and laughs. He doesn't make a sound but his shoulders shake and he slaps his leg.

"I don't see this as comical, Mr. Diggle," Felicity says priggishly.

"Maybe you don't," he says, straightening up and wiping a tear from his eye. "But oh, this is going to be good for me."

Felicity huffs out a frustrated breath, then they both look up as heels come clicking down the long hall. Laurel is there, and Felicity goes back into Oliver's room.

Carefully composed, with a small smile, Felicity says, "Laurel is here. Will you be okay if Digg and I give you two a moment to talk?"

"Sure," Oliver says, smile unchanged. "Or you can stay if you want."

She grimaces, then remembers her smile and puts it back on. "We'll come back in a little bit." Laurel enters the room and Oliver takes a moment to shift focus, lingers on Felicity's face and she isn't reading into it, she won't read into it, it doesn't mean anything, and she leaves.