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Title: Of Colds, Cute Sneezes and Medicine.

Rating: K+

Words: 483

Summary: Of course, with their luck, Felicity would get a cold on the second day of their trip. Of course, Oliver would have to take care of her, and it's not that he minds, he'd do anything really, it's just, well, it's hard to help her get better when she's so cute when she has a cold.

Of Colds, Cute Sneezes, and Medicine

Of course, with their luck, Felicity would get a cold on the second day of their trip. Of course, Oliver would have to take care of her, and it's not that he minds, he'd do anything really, it's just, well, it's hard to help her get better when she's so cute when she has a cold.

Yeah, so maybe that's a little cruel, because he wants her to get better, it's just- "Pichoo! Oliver, can I get another tissue." That. Felicity's sneeze is probably the cutest thing he's ever heard in his life, and she acts so childish when she's sick, it's kind of adorable. So, he hands her a soft pink, yes, pink tissue, because apparently, Felicity claimed that pink tissues help raise her recovery time by 64.5%.

Oliver then goes around the bed to lay next to her,eyes were slowly closing, when Oliver's watch goes off and alerts him that it's time for her medicine. He groans. Okay, the only reason that he might actually not want her to be sick is because she hates medicine. Pill and liquid. He even tried mashing it up and sprinkling it over her mint-chocolate ice cream, and when she declined the mint-chocolate ice cream, he knew he was in for it. She loved mint-chocolate ice cream, and if she were to ever decline it...Oliver was sure the world was actually going to explode.

"Fe-li-ci-ty." Oliver said, with a glass of water and a small pill in his hand.

Felicity's eyes slowly fluttered open, "Hey, Olaver." She slurred.

Oliver smiled, "Felicity, you know how you always want to help me on missions?"

Felicity smiles and nods.

"Well, you can't help me..." He pauses to watch her smile fall.

"And why not?!" She exclaims loudly, her arms crosses, and lips into a pout.

"Because, you're not feeling good, and you can't go out there when you're like that, can you?" Oliver says. "So, you want to get better and help me, don't you?" Oliver asked, holding out the hand with the pill in it. Felicity's lips quiver, but she nods. Oliver gives her the pill and glass of water and then goes to sit besides her on the bed.

She holds her nose with one hand as she gives Oliver back the water, and with speed that could rival Barry, she drops the pill into her mouth and takes back the water to chuck it down. After a few minutes she lays back down and uses Oliver's arm as a pillow, wrapping both arms around his chest.

"Thank you, Oliver." She says softly before drifting off to sleep.

Oliver kisses her forehead like he's done many many times before, and whispers back, "Get better, Felicity."