He ignored her calls for him to leave. Doing so might avoid him a confrontation with the police, but it would be a death sentence for her. If he had to get arrested in order to save her life, that was an easy choice for Oliver to make. How was he supposed to live with himself if he simply fled and allowed her to die because of the actions of one of Oliver's enemies? For that matter, how would he live with it if she died at all?<br/><br/>Rather than run off, he focused on what he could actually do to save her life. With the knife pulled out, the most important thing was to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, the house didn't have a first aid kit in it, and Oliver was unwilling to go all the way back to his motorcycle in order to get the one he had there. Thinking fast, he ripped off one of the curtains and pressed the fabric firmly against her wound.<br/><br/>"Just keep talking," he said every once in a while, even though most of what she was saying was encouraging him to flee. It didn't matter what words she said. All that mattered was that while she was talking, she was at least somewhat focused, and she was awake. If he could stop her from going into shock, he was confident she would be alright.<br/><br/>Oliver lost all track of time as he worked. It might have been a few minutes, or it might have been much longer. He wasn't even aware of the approaching sirens until several paramedics came inside and pushed him to the side. As they started working, Oliver became aware that they had been followed by a patrol car. The men in the car drew their pistols as they spotted the Arrow, assuming he had hurt the woman they had come to protect. They fired off several shots before Oliver was able to escape onto the roof, one of which skimmed his arm. He lost them as he raced to the other side of the building. At least now Felicity was in good hands, and he knew where they would be taking her. He could meet up with her once he was able to get out of costume and treat his own injury.