He knew sleep wasn't coming tonight as his head hit the pillow. The adrenaline still coursing through his veins, matching his racing thoughts pace for pace, would ensure that. Lying still after this day seemed also unnatural. As if the moment of stillness would precede another blow, another shock.

Still he tried. Closing his eyes for a moment and trying to erase the images that existed on the back of his eyelids each night.

Normally, his past came back to him then, in the still of the night when there was nothing to busy his body with, nothing to keep him focused. But tonight, the demons were different.

Tonight, he could only see Felicity.

Lying here now, he began to feel the sheer terror he had felt wash over him. Truthfully, it made his bones ache thinking of the look on her face, the way she shook underneath the Count's touch, the way her eyes pleaded with him to not break his vow to Tommy on her behalf. He couldn't hide the impact those moments had had, lying there in bed, a cold sweat breaking on his brow.

He could have lost her tonight.

His Girl Friday. His bright light. His closest friend and certainly the most honest one he has ever had.

He hadn't thought of any of those things as he pulled his bow and sent the Count flying out the window to his death. He had acted on a primal instinct, an urge that surprised him, keeping from a place within him he would rather not think about. To lose Felicity was unthinkable. She was -

Shaking his head to clear his train of thought before it went farther than he was ready to go, he reached for his phone. Just a quick check, make sure they're both home, safe and sound. Then maybe, he will be able to sleep.

Dig was stationary at his house, as Oliver had expected, but his brows clenched together when he realized Felicity was still at the Foundry, hours after both he and Diggle had left.

A tight knot curled in his chest as he quickly held down her speed dial and pulled the phone to his ear, suddenly becoming very alert.

Each ring worried him further, until finally a very quiet, "Oliver?"

The knot tightened. The voice he heard was not that belonging to his spunky IT girl, but to a timid, quiet woman.

"Felicity, what's wrong? Why aren't you home? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" his concern rolled out in waves.

"I'm uh..I'm-" by this point, Oliver was pulling shoes on and running towards the door.

"I'm coming Felicity. I'm on my way. Just hang on, okay?" he ground out, running to his car as fast as he could. He didn't know what was wrong but there was no time to waste in thinking about it.

"I'm coming Felicity," he repeated before realizing the call had already ended.

I'm coming.