Her ears were ringing, everything became a blur and all she could hear over and over in her head was "Felicity will you marry me?"

She hadn't realised that she almost passed out until she focused on the glass of water Laurel put in her hand.

"Are you okay?" Laurel asked.

"Oliver?" was all she could get out. She knew the comms disconnected again and now her hysterics were showing when she finally realised he didn't know what was going on. He was lying all alone, hurt in an abandoned warehouse trying to make peace with the fact that he was going to die and spoke his last words. "I didn't even get to answer him." She sobbed as her body reacted to the shock of what just happened.

"He's gonna be okay Felicity. Dig's gonna find him. I promise everything will be okay." Laurel touched her shoulder.

Felicity sniffled and then another worry set in….Thea. With big eyes she asked "Where's Thea?"

Laurel smiled softly as she looked to the back of the lair. "She left with Dig to find him. She didn't want to sit here and wait. He's the only brother she has and I know they disagree about a lot, but she loves him."

"I know." She nodded as she moved back to her computer typing profusely trying to get the comms back online.

"Dig, do you copy? Dig?" Laurel tried the comms, but still there was nothing but silence.

Felicity didn't know how long she typed, but the more she typed the more her tears blurred the view of the screen. Finally, when she was just about to give up sounds started running through the comms. She could hear it was Thea, but they could only make out parts of her words.

"Thea? Please repeat, we can't hear you." Felicity said in-between tears.

"Okay….hosp…al…O…ie" was all they could hear and then the signal disappeared again.

Even though it was cryptic both Felicity and Laurel knew there was only one way to find out what was going on – they needed to get to the hospital.

She didn't exactly know how to react to all the pipes and machines linked to his battered and bruised body. She had seen him hurt. Hell, she had been frantic with worry before and she had thought of ways to help him before while he was hurt, but this was the worst she had ever seen him. Maybe it was worse in the sense that she didn't need to hide her real feelings anymore, maybe it was the fact that he was lying in a coma and they didn't know if he'd ever open his eyes again. Maybe it was guilt that was tearing away at her knowing that he'd wanted to propose so many times before and never found the right moment. Maybe it was because she never got to tell him that she wanted a life with him too and she couldn't ever imagine living without him. She had tried living without him before, but she wasn't fooling anyone but herself.

She sat silently next to his bed holding his hand. It had been more than three days since the explosion and there was still no change. When Dig brought him in he was barely breathing, he had lost a lot of blood, both his legs were broken from the fall and some of his ribs were fractured, but after hours in surgery they managed to stabilize him.

It was one of the most trying times in her life - the only thing holding her together at that moment was hearing him breathe. She pressed her lips gently to his fingers when a stray tear dropped on his skin. She turned for a moment to get a Kleenex when an earth shattering yell twirled her back around within seconds.

"Felicity!" He yelled and sat up straight in his bed almost pulling out every wire and tube connected to him with the force.

"Shhhh, it's okay." She rushed over pushing him down on the bed slowly, gently stroking his face with the back of her hand, reassuring him she was right there.

He finally calmed down as he focused on her face. She knew she looked like a real vision - she had dark circles under her eyes and tear tracks over her face, but despite that she had a smile on her face. He was alive and he was awake. She couldn't stop herself and lunged herself over him capturing his lips in one move. When he responded to her kiss, she knew he could recognise her and that everything was gonna be okay.

"Hey." He said as he smiled softly when she let go of him looking him straight in the eye, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey. I'm so happy you're awake." She said softly as she sat back down next to his bed pressing his hand next to her face.

"Felicity?"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't…."

"Yes. My answer has always been yes Oliver. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you. I love you."

His face lit up at the confession and he somehow gathered enough strength to pull her towards him again. He kissed her with such resilience that even he didn't know existed inside him.

"I love you too." He whispered as he smiled into her mouth continuing their kiss.