Near Case of Deja Vu||forgemyself
This was the dangers of parking a few blocks away from Verdant as to not raise suspicion by her being there every night. The Glades no matter the area wasn't safe and it would probably be a very long time before it was despite what others thought. The intelligent blonde didn't know whether she wanted Diggle or Oliver to be there or not, both had it's pros and cons; as she slowly snuck herself into building. She was surprised that she hadn't run into anyone, not even Roy and for that she was glad as that would bring up multiple questions that she didn't want to deal with or even a hospital trip, another thing she didn't want to deal with.
Felicity would be lying if she said she hadn't been in a situation like this before but sadly she had, in the Glades nonetheless. It had been raining all day and hadn't let up yet even as she made her way into the building and stumbled down the stairs, holding onto anything for support to keep from collapsing. Her bare feet touching the cold cement floor under her in the Arrow cave. The lights weren't on besides a few that kept it slightly lit down there, that didn't mean neither Diggle or Oliver weren't lurking around the building or close by.
Felicity's blonde hair was down, in a wet mess, her hair sticking to her face, a nice bruise forming on her right cheek bone already. She stopped at the end of the stairs and looked down at trembling self, that was slightly blurry from not wearing her glasses that had been promptly knocked from her face in the struggle. Her blue eyes trailed to her once white, loose skirt that went to right above her knees that now had a red stain running down the right side of it and seemed to trail down the outside of her leg. Her eyes slowly moved to her left hand that was gripping her right side tightly, red staining her hand and running between her fingers.
Removing her hand from her side she stared at her hand that was coated with the crimson substance, her body beginning to tremble a bit more than it had been before. She looked from her hand to her side seeing the torn black fabric of her tank top she was wearing. First aid. She thought as she started to stumble towards where the place where it was kept, a limp in her step that she was currently ignoring. Soaked to the bone and wounded, Felicity was running on auto pilot, even as the edge of her vision started fading to black. She would fight to stay awake, shaking her head here and there, she continued forward to the medical supplies.
As she reached the medical supplies her legs buckled under her and she let out a small yell, trying to catch herself on something she ended up grabbing the medical supply cart, which toppled over with her, a loud crash rung out in the 'Arrow Cave'. Felicity was breathing heavily and didn't move for a few moments, the exhaustion starting to seep into her... "G...Get up... S-Smoak." She spoke to herself before groaning and, weakly pushing herself up into a sitting position before leaning against the cabinet she was close by. With a shaky bloodied hand she moved to the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up carefully, revealing the large slice in her side, it was rather deep and obviously made by some sort of blade.