This is based off of a prompt from beijingdoll on Tumblr, where she questioned what would happen if Felicity hitting her head had more serious consequences than a slight concussion.

The title comes from a song by Busby Marou called "(I'll) Get You Out of Here"...

"I'm not sure I can drive home," Felicity rushed, steadying herself on her desk in the lair.

"You okay?" Oliver was right next to her in an instant, one hand on the small of her back, the other clasping her elbow with an exquisite gentleness he reserved only for her.

"I'm just a bit dizzy," Felicity laughed nervously, tucking strands of hair behind her ear and adjusting her glasses.

"You're alright," Oliver assured her, "I'll drive you home."

"I'll lock up here," Diggle spoke up, coming out of the change room.

Oliver nodded curtly in Diggle's direction, never taking his eyes off Felicity.

He helped her into her jacket, gently coaxing her long hair out to flow over her back.

She clumsily picked up her handbag and Oliver, who was yet to step more than foot away from Felicity, gently guided her towards the staircase.

"How's the egg?" Oliver whispered, a small smile on his face as they slowly took the stairs.

"Eh, you know, eggy," Felicity shrugged, wincing as her hand found the large bump on the back of her head.

"We'll take your car, so that you have it for work in the morning," Oliver gestured in the general direction of her red Panda.

Felicity obliged with a small nod of her head. Oliver's eyebrows drew together.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…"

Oliver stopped abruptly, stepping in front of Felicity and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Look at me," he demanded.

Her glazed blue eyes met his, trying awfully hard to focus on his dazzling ones.

"Come on," he sighed, "let's get you home."

He opened the car door for her and she slowly lowered herself, not even flinching as Oliver lent across her, buckling her seatbelt.

Oliver glanced briefly at her, before ducking backwards, closing the passenger door and racing around to the driver's side.

"What is that noise?" Oliver asked, after getting in and turning the keys in the ignition.

"Fan belt," Felicity was keeping her answers short.

"Have you had it looked at?" he asked, reversing out of the car park.

"Yeah, but I've not had the time to put it in the shop," she replied.

"What about that noise?" he raised an eyebrow, shifting into first gear.

"Oh, it's something else, I don't know, they wanted to keep it for longer to diagnose that problem, I needed to get to work," she waved her hand in the air dismissively.

"I can help you out," Oliver told her, "you can have a day off, you just got to ask, Felicity."

"Yeah," Felicity sighed, closing her eyes longer than Oliver liked.

"Eyes open, Felicity," he warned.

Her eyes shot open, "Yep."

Oliver reached across and placed his hand on her thigh. He felt her tense up under his touch and relaxed a little. She was still alert enough to get squirmy when he was close.

"It's been a while since someone drove me somewhere," she sighed, a little wistful.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just me at home, you know, and I'm not rich enough for a driver, I don't have a boyfriend, nothing like that, it's just me, I'm one hundred per cent self-reliant," she explained.

"I thought, you know, you," Oliver found himself suddenly uncomfortable and cleared his throat to relieve some tension, "I thought you were seeing that guy?"

"That guy?" Felicity repeated.

"Yeah, what's his name?"

"I have no idea who you're talking about Oliver, but I detect a hint of jealousy or concern," Felicity chimed, perking up a little.

"I'm not jealous," Oliver spat, "or concerned."

"I appreciate that you are," Felicity smiled.

"I'm not!" Oliver exclaimed.

Oliver turned his attention back to the road signs, knowing that they were nearing Felicity's. Felicity didn't take her eyes off him. He had his jaw set tight, pulsing a little as he fought to remain calm. He didn't know how easy it was for her to read him. That pulsing jaw of his was a dead giveaway of his jealous streak.

After her third attempt at getting her key in the lock, Oliver closed his hands over hers and gently pried the keys from her.

"Come on," he cooed, "let me do it."

She sighed, a little frustrated but let her hands drop to her side. One of Oliver's hands was still on the small of her back. He could feel everything about her through that small touch. Just how much her balance was thrown, how she was holding herself rigid in an attempt to stay awake.

As Felicity set her handbag down on the buffet just inside the door, Oliver's phone beeped.

"It's Diggle, he's outside waiting to take me home," Oliver explained.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning," Felicity moved to show him out the door.

"I'm going to tell him to go without me, I'll stay here with you, make sure you're okay overnight," Oliver explained, his fingers busily dancing on the phone screen.

"There's only one bed in my apartment, we'd have to share," Felicity stated.

Oliver paused, glancing up from his phone, mild amusement on his face.

"There is also the sofa," Felicity sighed, squeezing her eyes tight in an attempt to save her some embarrassment.

"The sofa will be fine, Felicity," Oliver assured her.

"Apparently my brain to mouth filter is just as non-existent when I have a concussion," Felicity walked over to her chocolate leather sofa and sat down heavily.

"Can I make you a tea?" Oliver offered, making himself at home and opening cupboards and drawers in her kitchen.

"It's nice that you're finally playing doctor with me," she grinned.

"We've got to share it around a bit, I can't always be the doted on one," Oliver felt the pull of a smile at the corners of his mouth too.

"So tea?" he repeated, pulling two mugs from the cupboard.

"Tea bags are in the pantry, fridge, milk, in the fridge," she slurred.

Oliver looked up at Felicity, her last works not sounding right to him. She looked distressed.

"Lis?" he questioned, as he felt his heart beat pick up.

"Fridge, milk," she repeated, slightly slurred, her eyes distant.

"Felicity?" Oliver raced around the breakfast bar, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"What's up, Oliver?" Diggle answered.

"Get up here, NOW!" barked Oliver, not even hanging up as he dropped the phone on the floor in his rush to get to Felicity.

Her eyes were rolling around in her head and she slouched heavily against the back of the sofa.

"Lis, count to ten," Oliver cupped her face.

Her eyes shot open but closed again just as quickly.

"Felicity," there was a guttural desperation in his pleas now.

He shook her lightly, but that only made her head loll forward and he had to catch her as she crashed into his chest.

"Felicity, open your eyes."

Getting no response except for the feeling of her completely lax against him, Oliver scooped her up and made for the front door.

As he fumbled with the door handle, eventually managing to open the heavy front door, Oliver saw Diggle step out of the elevator.

The ex-serviceman seemed to pause and stare at Felicity, limp and pale in Oliver's arms, before he shook his head and raced over.

"What happened?" he turned Felicity's face gently towards him.

"I don't know, Dig, we were, we were just talking about making tea, and she got confused and her words slurred together and-"

"Come on, let's get her to the car," Diggle pressed the call button for the elevator.

Oliver sat impatiently in the family waiting room.

"She hit her head," was all he'd been able to tell the doctor as they raced into the emergency room.

"She hit her head," he had repeated as a trolley was wheeled in front of him and he gently placed Felicity on it.

"She-she hit her head," he had whispered as he was bumped out of the way by hospital staff.

"She hit her head," he had sighed as she was wheeled away out of his reach.

"She hit her head," he said out loud and Diggle glanced over at him.

Oliver's eyes were darting everywhere and Diggle moved to the empty seat next to him.

He put his arm around Oliver's back, giving his shoulder a firm squeeze.

"She just hit her head, Dig," he sighed, his breath hitching as tears fell.

So, there we go, I know that most of you would have read this and the next chapter already, but I'm bouncing some ideas around with a few people for the following chapters.

Also, if you've got any ideas, find me on Tumblr.

Thanks guys.