It took Oliver longer than he would have liked to get to the hospital, having changed into civilian attire on the way. By the time he arrived, Felicity was stabilized, and seemed to have already talked with the police. Her assurance that the Arrow hadn't done this might ease the pressure on him, but it wouldn't make it go away altogether. The police would still be looking for him.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," he assured her. "And don't be sorry. This isn't your fault in the slightest." In truth, the bullet wound was just a graze, something he would forget about before long. "John and Roy are outside. They're waiting to talk to you, but I told them I wanted a few minutes with you first." Oliver imagined one of them would be in the room with her all night, in case Slade tried this again, so they didn't seem to mind of Oliver took as much time as he needed.<br/><br/>He hesitated for a moment, struggling for the words he had been thinking about the whole drive over. "Felicity, I'm not sure Slade was wrong. When I saw your life was in danger, my reaction wasn't normal. I've seen friends in jeopardy before, and this wasn't the feeling I get in that situation. I was something more extreme, more frightening." He had suspected something like this back when he had killed the count, but having Slade Wilson draw his attention to it like this made it all somewhat more real. Like it or not, the truth was clear now.<br/><br/>"I think I love you, Felicity. I'm not sure when it started, but the idea of having you taken away by the count, or by Slade, or anyone, is the most frightening thing I can imagine. I would do anything to protect you, even if we never end up more than friends." He tried not to let too much emotion into his voice, but in that moment, it was clear that he was hoping for more than just friendship from her.