I am sorry for possible mistakes.

I know poor Oliver...


I lay on the cool concrete floor in agony. In different parts of the body feel constant pain. The face appeared on fuzzy field of view. I was called by name. I knew the voice, and I knew Diggle to be by my side. I wanted to answer, but I couldn't. I tried to manage the pain of breathing, and it seemed to take all my strength. I felt his fingers searching for the pulse in my neck. Someone presses on the side of the wound sorely. The pressure eased for a while, but then I felt someone touched to my wound.

My muscles tense suddenly against my will. It was painful and moan escaped my mouth. I felt someone pressed the wound again. It made me feel really painful in.

It was difficult for me to follow what is going on around. Other speech was difficult to get a clear and sounds sounded distant.

Familiar face reappeared in my field of vision. Diggle looked me in the eye and said: "Easy, we'll get you out of here."

It was easier said than done.

I tried to get my eyes clearer, I blinked my eyes, but it didn't help.

I felt like thousands of needles would have sting me in different parts of the body. I squeezed my eyes tightly and tried to scream, but a moan escaped my lips. I have a high pain threshold, but the pain was too much. I couldn't relax even for a moment. The pain got in my muscles tense. It only served to exacerbate my feeling. I couldn't control myself.

I felt how I was held in place. It hurt, but also helps.

Eventually, my muscles settled down. I heard someone coming to us, the eye of the corner I saw a figure dressed in red. Roy.

Diggle came next to me and said: "This is going to hurt."

What? What are you going?

I couldn't say anything, because all my forces went to breathing and pain control.

Surprisingly, they turned me to my side, I cried out in pain. I felt a burning pain in the side. My ribs were possibly broken. Black dots danced in my field of vision. There was nothing more than a pain.

Eventually, they put me to a soft surface on my back. I thought lying on a stretcher. The pain eased a bit in this position. I breathed heavily, but gradually my breath began to stabilize.

It was difficult for me to see what's happening around me. I was able to hear the conversation of my friends, but their words were difficult to concentrate because of pain.

I was raised up from the ground and transported somewhere. Each shake hurts. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip. I tried to manage the pain of my best I can. I was confused and intolerably warm feeling. I couldn't think clearly. I felt pain. I wanted the pain to end. Feel cold cool open air and my body went shivering along, making feel even more uncomfortable.

I groaned when I feeling my back against the hard substrate. My eyes had become blurred, and I don't know where I was.

The new wave of pain rolled over me at this time much louder. Moan escaped from between my teeth and I gasp for breath. My muscles tense stretchers belts against my upper body rose slightly from stretcher power of convulsion. Someone pushed me back against the substrate. I squeeze my hands fist. The pain was so intense that I couldn't control it. It seems to be getting worse.

I was overcome with the feeling that I need to get away. Any pain cause I had to get it away. Strong hands to prevent my escape, and I fought against them. I was bound to catch something. I couldn't move freely. I tried harder to get out of hands grip. In different parts of my body hurt.

Pain.

Agony.

I wanted it to end.

Escape.

I see in my eyes flashback of torture on the island. I have to fight back.

Fight.

Kill or be killed.

"Oliver, you're safe. We'll help you." I heard someone say.

It couldn't be true. If they were going to help, why do they hurt me? I had to get away.

"Ollie?" A soft female voice called me a nickname.

I stared at the brunette woman's face. My eyes were blurry and I could not recognize her.

I couldn't trust anyone.

I had to get away.

safety.

I had to get somewhere safe.

I shouted and fought against them. I wanted to get out of the grip that held me in place. Someone gently touched my cheek. Hand feels cool against my skin. It seems a contradiction. I didn't understand the gesture. I felt really confused and I couldn't think clearly. I heard a heated discussion around me, but I was able to distinguish only a few words here and there.

"Oliver, easy. You're safe."

This time, I heard a different voice say softly.

It couldn't be true.

This pain.

The words and the flashback which I saw didn't fit together.

I shouted in pain when I saw the knife I cut my skin in my chest. I could also feel it. It happened again and again. My breathing started to become labored and shallow.

Horror.

Pure horror.

And agony.

Hands were holding me in place do not let go of me. I felt how someone tried to open my mouth. Clamp my teeth tightly together. I struggled to keep my mouth shut. I will not surrender without a fight. Other party to seems to be equally persistent. Eventually, someone manages to push something in between my teeth. In my mouth spilling something bitter-tasting liquid. I tried not to swallow it. I want to get it out of my mouth.

I growled angrily between my teeth.

"Come on, Oliver, swallow it."

In the end reflex of swallowing took the victory. In my mouth put more foul-tasting liquid and I swallowed it reluctantly. I was in great pain, and moved in restless. I felt uncomfortable.

Someone's hand stroked my cheek and hair. Touch feels different than the previous one.

"Sh, you're safe."

The gentle voice calms me down. I was not able to recognize the voice.

A moment later, someone grab my hand with tightly grip. I tried to pull it free, but the grip was a strong. Someone examine to my forearm. Then I felt the sting. It made me startled.

What's this?

I started to feel tired and my muscles relax. I tried to fight against the feeling. I couldn't give in. My eyes start to droop closed and I slowly sank into unconsciousness. In the end all went black.

Continues...


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