Leo could feel his hand shake as it gently held Oliver's arm up so he had better access to their side, his breathing a bit quicker than normal as he handled them with care. Like they were blown sugar and easy to break. He had to take a moment to pause and just breathe so he wouldn't break down into tears, the memories of the past few minutes replaying in his head like some sick horror movie.

'Leo crouched low by the rooftop, his body tense and mind on edge. Something was off tonight, he could feel it-'

He snapped himself from his thoughts, trying to focus on patching up Oliver's arm. Just focus on their arm Leo, fix your mistake- God what if he can't fix this-

'He held his dual katanas firmly in his three-fingered hands, giving a frustrated huff when nothing popped up. He was honestly about to go back to the lair, telling himself he was being crazy and paranoid due to stress again when a shadow fell over him-'

Don't think about it, don't think about it- It was hard not to when the consequences of his paranoia and overworking were right in front of him. His hands were shaking so badly that he messed up on the bandage wrap, the blood-soaked fabric fluttering to the ground before he quickly looked away from Oliver's side.

'He whipped around in a panic at the eerie shadow, impulsively spinning around and lashing out with his katanas...'

'...Only to cut a large gash into Oliver's side. His friend's side.'

Leo couldn't look at it when it was so suddenly shown to him again, his grip on Oliver's hand loosening out of fear of hurting them again. He eventually glanced up at them, trying and failing to find the words to say before he gave a choked whine.