You held on tightly to your side, whimpering and moaning in pain as your blood staining your suit and hand. Oliver was hunched over you, checking to see how bad the damage was.

"It's alright, it's okay. The cuts not deep, bud, it's okay. It's alright, I've got you." He goes to pick you up, but you cry out, searing pain tearing it's way through your nerves.

"Shh, I know. I know, I'm sorry."