Malia looked to Carson with watery eyes, it occurred to her she didn't even truly know his name. When he warned her that the chances of him being helped were nonexistent, she just shook her head as the tears fell freely down her cheeks. She bent down, pressing her lips to his forehead as his breathing shallowed. "I'm so sorry, Ollie, this is all my fault." She whispered against his hair, still clutching his hand. She couldn't bear the thought that not only had she lost her father, but now her best friend, too. It was too much for her to handle, she didn't know whether she wanted to cry, or scream... she was lost.<br/><br/>Oliver seemed more at ease now, his body had ceased to shake from the horrid pain. He felt.. light as air. He could feel his body, it felt heavy as lead as his eyes struggled to remain open. He knew as well that he wasn't going to make it, but for Malia's sake he saved his energy, keeping his mouth shut.<br/><br/>When Carson gently picked Oliver up, he winced and let out a soft grunt in protest to the movement, Malia stood and numbly followed. She followed him through the clearing, seeing the way that Oliver's head lulled to the side every now and then. She sniffled, staring down at the blood on her hands as she followed him to the gates. As they reached them, the guards opening the gates, the widened their eyes and immediately directed them to their infirmary hut. Malia followed swiftly behind Carson as he brought Oliver to the shack. Oliver was laid down on a bed and she fell to her knees next to him, clutching his hand as he offered her a weak smile...his last smile. She wiped her eyes, her shoulders shaking as she heard someone call to get their mother. Oliver gently tapped her arm with whatever strength he had left, pulling something from his pocket. It was the pin he had tried to give her before he left, inside the bronze circle was an oak tree, the branches touching the edges of the pin. She took the pin, nodding to him and slipping it into her pocket.<br/>"I'm so sorry," She choked out, resting her forehead against his arm.<br/><br/>"Lia.." he sputtered, his eyes fluttering closed.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes, widening them as his own green eyes became lidded. She shook her head, trying to wake him.<br/>"Ollie, wake up," She pleaded, everything seemed to slow as someone pulled her away from him. She tried to kick her way away from whoever was holding her back, but whoever it was had managed to pull her from the small room so she didn't have to watch as they cleaned up after her deceased brother. She collapsed onto the ground, her shoulders hunched as she cried. She cried for losing her brother, for the fact that it was her fault, that she didn't try to prevent it. Her mother arrived just after he passed, and she could hear the wails of her mother as well. She stayed on the ground, leaning against the wall of the shack, nodding numbly as others offered their condolences so quickly.