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This story is about Oliver in a coma trying to figure out what happened and cope with a life that seems far better than his own. Hope you like it!

One moment it was night, and Oliver was jumping from rooftop to rooftop chasing three heavily armed assassins from the triad, and the next, he was in his bed at daybreak. The room was filling with the rays of the early morning sun, coming through his white curtains. Oliver sat up and rubbed his face, immediately realizing he had no shirt on. In fact he had nothing on but his boxers, his hood was gone. It didn't make any sense.

He remembered being on a roof top, he remembered chasing after one of the triad members who was shooting at him with two pistols. The man jumped off one rooftop to another dropping one gun but continuing to fire with the other. And Oliver could feel the wind passing him as he leaped after him, dodging one bullet after another while loading his bow. He was so focused on loading it he didn't notice how short the rooftop was. He started falling, he heard a thud, and then... black. And then, awoke in his bed.

He didn't know how he got there. If Diggle had found him he would have taken him back to the club, not to his house. If he had blacked out and was injured Dig would have fixed him and waited for him to wake up. Oliver moved each of his limbs, they all felt fine. Had he fallen? Had he hurt himself at all? He put his feet over the side of the bed to the floor and then lay back. His head met a very uncomfortable bump under the covers, something hard. Followed by a rustle and a "hey!" Oliver flung himself from the bed nearly to the point where he hit the wall.

The covers pulled back by a very delicate hand. The person of which it belonged to sat up emerging from them. Her long blonde hair lifted from the pillow and fell down her neck. "Felicity?" Oliver gasped at the total shock of her in his bed. She was in from what he could see, only her bra, her glasses were sitting on the bed side table, and as he already noticed, her hair was down. "Wha-" he couldn't finish his thought, only air was escaping him.

"What?" Felicity asked quizzically seeing absolutely nothing wrong with the situation. She sat up in the bed and continued to stare at him as if he was a frivolous old man.

"What are you doing in my bed?" He asked loudly.

Felicity smiled, "Last time I checked this was our bed. Husband and wife usual share them. Although, to be fair you did buy the bed with your families money, and you did have this bed long before you married me but still." Felicity gave a grunt of laughter at her rambling and Oliver's expression.

"Wife?" He shouted. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. She was his assistant, his tracker, his friend, a good friend, but wife? He had never considered even the idea. He felt an attraction to her of course but never acted on it. He felt she was too much of a friend and an overall good person to be romantically affiliated with him. Oliver looked to Felicity wide eyed and dumbfounded; slowly Felicity's expression changed from amused to concerned.

"Yes, wife. Oliver are you feeling alright? You're scaring me a little." She pulled a t-shirt off the ground and put it on. Then walked over to Oliver gripping his shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong." She told him. Oliver looked down. Oliver lifted his hands onto hers and forced them off, finding that having them there made him uncomfortable and confused.

"Felicity you are not my wife!" He exclaimed in the softest voice he could muster. "I don't know what you are talking about."

He saw Felicity's eyes saddened and trail off towards the floor. Even in this most confusing and aggravating situation he didn't like to see her upset. "Oliver you should sit down. You've been springing a fever recently. Maybe you are still sick." She said taking one of his hands and leading him to the bed. He immediately swatted it off.

"No, no! I want to know what's going on! How did I get here? Where's Dig? Where's my hood? I need to get to the cave. What's happening felicity?" He yelled now very angry. He felt like she was avoiding his questions. Lying too perhaps. The thought of them being married was preposterous, and impossible. If she wasn't going to give him answers then he would have to find them out himself.

Oliver turned away toward the door beginning to walk out. "Oliver please! You've been sick for days, and you hit your head. I don't think you're thinking straight. Your fever broke last night but you may not be better. Please sit down. Talk to me."

One of the things she said stopped him. A hit on the head. He remembered that. Right before he blacked out he heard a thud, and ringing. Ringing was a sign of concussion which meant maybe he had landed wrong when he fell. He had fallen, that was exactly what happened. But it wasn't because he had been sick, it was because he was trying to do too many things at once. And the triad member was covering him with a rain of bullets. That part made sense, but Felicity, his wife? That was impossible, he didn't understand it. But he did as Felicity asked. He sat down with her looking into her blue eyes that seemed to mirror the sky. "Do you not remember me?" It seemed like a stupid question and she knew it, it she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I do Felicity, obviously. But we are not married!" He insisted.

"Than you do not remember the last three years?" She bit her lip.

"If the year's 2014, than I do. Just differently. Is it?" He asked, she nodded. "Some things wrong we are not married. You understand me, this isn't my life! I am the hood! That is my life!" He announced. It sounded less crazy in his head. All Felicity did was stare in disbelief.

"It must be the fever Oliver. It must be confusing you, must have messed with your mind. I don't know what this, hood thing, that you keep speaking of is, but I promise this is your life and it's a good one."

Oliver's face went blank. He showed no emotion and stood. "You're right it's probably the fever, you know I'm going to go get some fresh air. Maybe being around familiar surrounding will jump start my memory." He said and walked out. Obviously he didn't believe a word he just said. He just needed an excuse to leave. Before Felicity could say another word Oliver walked out.

Oliver walked for hours into the Glades. He heard Felicity say she had no idea what the hood was and couldn't believe that. She had to know what it was, she was part of the reason the hood existed. When he got the factory he immediately noticed something was wrong not only were the gates still closed but the club itself wasn't there. It made no sense. Oliver hopped the fence and kicked down the doors to see a completely vacant factory, only pieces paper and rusting equipment covered the floors. There was no layer, no signs that it ever existed. It looked exactly as it did the first time he walked in after he came home from the island.

It was impossible, that is, unless what Felicity was saying was true. That he had a fever and was confused. That there was no hood or vigilante. He was married to her and had only hit his head and that was what happened. It was the only thing that made the slightest of sense. Although he could barely believe it, it could be true. The life he remembered wasn't real, just a dream perhaps. The hood wasn't real, a thought he had it hoped to come true. And now he was living it. He didn't want to believe it. He wasn't going to believe it. He needed time to figure out what was going on, but at that moment, he would consider the possibility, not impossible.

And if the life he was living was real, it couldn't be so bad. He was married to Felicity. A woman whose brain was only matched by her beauty. A world where she was his wife, couldn't possibly be bad.

Starling General: reality

Day 1:

Felicity had gotten a call at two in the morning from Diggle. She raced to the emergency room as fast as she could when he told her. A nurse led her down a million winding endless halls that eventually led to the section of the hospital where Diggle was waiting for her.

"Oh my god! What happened? How bad is it dig?" She asked desperately trying to keep herself together.

Dig took a deep breath. "Oliver fell off a roof chasing the triad. He must have fallen four or five stories. By the time I found him he had lost a lot of blood and was unconscious. I got him here as fast as I could but-" Diggle began to trail off, he as well was trying to keep himself together. Felicity had never seen dig like this. Having trouble holing back his emotions, she knew it was bad. "By the time I got him here and the doctors started working on him, he'd slipped into a coma."

Felicity looked though the window Diggle had been blocking and saw Oliver on an icu bed with tubes and wires attached to him. Oxygen, IV's, monitors and machines. She could only bare looking at him for a second before she turned away. "Is he going to be okay? How, how is he?" She asked looking up at Diggle with doe eyes watering but not releasing tears.

"Umm, the doctors say he has a lot of brain activity, they say it's almost like he's dreaming." He said with a sad smile, but it only lasted for a second. "But they also said that he's in a very deep coma, and not a lot of people come back from ones this bad." A single tear escaped from both of them as Dig touched her shoulder in comfort, he was proud and surprised at how well she was holding herself together. But he knew it was because it hadn't completely sunk in yet for her. "Hes going to have to fight for his life. He's got to want to wake up..."

Please tell me if I should continue this because I'm not sure if people will get it. But really enjoyed writing this. And to people who haven't read any of my stories before: I wrote this on a kindle which has horrible spell check! I try to fix whatever I can but please be generous. :). Anyway I hope you enjoyed this and please review, follow and favorite if you want.