As soon as Oliver had the shot, he took it. Slade was moving too quickly for Oliver to hit him in the head, but he still managed to land an arrow directly into his chest, and when that didn't take him out, he fired a second one that also found home. Unfortunately, this wasn't the same as trying to kill Vertigo. Slade was chemically enhanced, and he had body armor on. The two arrows had done quite a bit of damage, but he wasn't dead. Before Oliver could notch a third arrow, Slade was running. The fury in Oliver's mind told him to chase after him, but he saw the way Felicity had fallen, and she was what mattered right now.<br/><br/>He rushed to her side, tore away the zip ties and the tape over her mouth, and rolled her onto her back to take pressure off the knife. The wound was bad, that much was clear. It wasn't a death sentence, but he was going to have to work hard to save her. And just thinking about that made his heart beat wildly. This wasn't the same as trying to save a civilian on a dark street, or even trying to save a friend. Slade might have been right. This felt...different.<br/><br/>"Felicity, it is very important that you stay focused. Look up at me, okay. Just keep talking to me, it doesn't matter about what. I'm going to call the paramedics and get you to a hospital, but before that happens, I'm going to take the knife out and try to close this wound. So just start talking, okay?" His voice sounded calm, as it always did, but his mind was anything but. He was almost worried that his hands were going to start shaking as he worked on her.