Oliver looked up to Carson when he knelt down, taking in choppy, uneven breaths as he fought to stay grounded. He blinked a couple times, his eyes continuously trained on the man, even when he turned to call for Malia. His muscles weakened, and the only thing that kept his hand against his wound was Carson’s own hand atop his. He didn’t fight when offered the pill, and he swallowed it as directed, his body quivering from the pain as it struggled to stay functioning. Before Malia could get to the scene, Oliver reached up and placed a hand on Carson’s shoulder, pulling him down to his level to try and sputter a message.<br/>“Y-you have to— have to, keep her s-safe,” he took a couple choppy breaths, shaking his head. “She’s d-different, strong, b-but naive. Please.” He practically begged Carson before dropping his head back again, closing his eyes for a moment.<br/><br/>Malia heard the sharp call of her name, but furrowed her eyebrows when it wasn’t Oliver’s voice. She immediately scrambled up, pushing herself off the ground and sprinting in the direction of the voice. She looked around as she ran, but stopped when she saw the strider hunched over, next to the body of someone. Her stomach fell and she felt tears in her eyes as she ran over, sliding down on her knees next to Oliver.<br/>“No...no, no Ollie, hey, you’re fine.” She shook her head as she ran a hand soothingly through his hair, her other hand against his chest. “You’re fine, this isn’t anything, you’ve had worse, yeah?” Her words were rushed and forced, as if she was more so trying to convince herself of their truth. He swallowed and shook his head as well, placing his hand on hers.<br/><br/>“It’s ok-kay,” he whispered, as it was all he could muster at this point.<br/><br/>After a moment his breathing increased, the pain from his injury spiking as his health declined, rapidly. Malia adjusted so his head rested in her lap, and she took in choppy breaths as a couple tears rolled down her cheeks.<br/>“Shhh,” She sniffled, holding the side of his face to try and ease his pain. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she repeated this, shaking her head as her shoulder shook. She snapped her gaze to Carson, her eyes red.<br/>“Please, we have to get him back, we have to help him we can’t just sit here.” She pleaded for him to help, her hand holding Oliver’s tightly