<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Felicity was relieved when Oliver moved to her side, and removed the duct tape from her mouth. When he rolled her onto her back, she groaned in pain as her wrists ached almost as bad as the stab wound did. His words had her blinking and trying to force away the pain and confusion so that she could just focus on his voice. "Go... get him.." The words hurt to say. Not just because each time she spoke, it felt like something was repeatedly stabbing her, but also because she was sure he'd take her at her word. <br/>
</span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Leave.." She told him, as something pushed its way through her foggy brain. "You can't.. be here. The Hood.." The blonde said and weakly motioned to his body where he wore his green outfit. </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Assistant">"Call... John. He can help. And be around... paramedics.." She had to stop talking because it hurt too much to do so. She kept blinking and tried to force her mind to clear, but it was no use. The pain from her injuries made her feel fuzzy. "Ol..liver.. sorry.." She said softly, but was sure that he heard her anyway. "Distraction." </span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"></span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Assistant">The words were mumbled, and they made sense to her, but she was sure that she'd have to explain it to him later. For now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was, that he was still with her. "Call.. John.." She repeated to him. </span></span><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">Felicity screamed in pain when Oliver pulled the knife out of her stomach. It took everything in her to keep from passing out when he did that. Her head went from a dull ache and started to pound. The pain from her other injuries started to get worse as well. All she could do was lay there in complete agony. </span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"></span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Leave. You'll... get... caught..." Her breaths </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Assistant"> started to come out in gasps, as all she felt now was pain. She knew that Oliver was trying to help, and she was grateful for it. But at the moment, all the IT girl wanted to do was pass out and get away from the pain that surrounded her. She blinked a few more times, and then closed her eyes once more. "Tired.." She mumbled softly, even as she heard and felt him still working on her injuries.</span></span></span>