When Oliver heard the crash, he didn't wait more than a half a heartbeat before throwing open her door and rushing inside. Had someone gotten into her apartment somehow? He should have cased it before she went in, made sure it was safe before letting her go and get changed but he'd wanted to respect her privacy since she jealously guarded it.

A quick scan of the entrance and the living room didn't reveal anything other than a nice, normal living space and when he made his way back to the bedroom, he saw her sprawled out on the floor, lamp crashed into the floor and Felicity tangled up into her own blouse.

Oliver knelt down and touched her chin, tipping her face so he could see it. "Felicity, did you hit your head? What's my name?"