Jacob spilled through the open breach, landing on the floor behind a young looking blonde sitting at a row of computer screens. He tried to sit up and failed as the woman spun around in horror and surprise.
"Oliver! Thea! Get in here!" she screeched, launching up from her chair and backing away.
The pair came running into the center of the room and upon seeing the broken, bleeding mess of a man, hesitated.
"Oliver?" croaked the man. "Hes dead…"
Oliver looked from the man to Felicity in bewilderment. Thea approached him.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" she asked sternly.
The man, Jacob, lifted his hand to Theas cheek, and passed out.
"Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?!" Oliver asked outraged.
"I don't know!" Felicity screeched back. "He just came out of one of those whooshy things Cisco makes!"
"Breaches?" Thea offered smiling slightly.
"Yes!" Felicity answered waving her hands spasticity.
"Uh Ollie," Thea butted in. "This guy's pretty badly hurt."
Oliver sprinted over, keeled down and examined the man's chest.
"Felicity, call John now." he commanded sternly. "Thea grab his feet and let's get him on a table."
The two siblings lifted the man up, revealing a clotting stain of blood behind. Felicity cleared off a table nearby and dialed up John Diggle.
"John we need you hear asap," she said quickly. "No time to explain just get here!"
She hung up and stood back as Oliver ripped open the man's tattered shirt to reveal multiple stab wounds and lacerations.
"Holy hell," he whispered in shock, reaching for something to stop the bleeding.
"Ollie his pulse is really weak…" Thea whispered. "Digs not going to make it in time, we need a doctor."
"We can't exactly just take him to a hospital Thea!" he growled back, applying pressure to the worst of the cuts.
"What if we bring the hospital to him…" Felicity thought out loud, dialing another number.
Both Thea and Oliver looked at her confused but she held up a finger and was already jabbering away into the phone. Within a few minutes, another Breach opened. Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow stepped out, each carrying a pair of heavy looking duffle bags. The pair set them down and Caitlin ran to examine the man.
"Multiple level 2 lacerations," she murdered, moving the tattered remains of his shirt and gently leaning him forward. "No exit wounds for those gunshots so the bullets are still Inside, he's going to need a transfusion before I can operate. Thea check his wallet for his blood type."
Thea fished through the man's pockets and produced both a compass and an old leather wallet. She sat the compas down and begin looking through the wallet.
"Oh my god…." she whispered aghast, pulling two old photos from the folds. "Ollie look at this."
Thea handed the two battered photos to Oliver and stared at the man.
"It's...us." Oliver whispered confused. "And…"
He couldn't finish the sentence. Staring back at him from the weathered picture was Laurel, himself, and a young boy who slightly resembled the man on the table. The second picture featured the man and Thea, both in wedding attire. Thea snatched back the second picture and flipped it over.
"Newlyweds Jacob R Lance and Thea D Queen-Lance." she choked out. "I can't believe it...I hyphenated!?"
"Cisco can you…." Caitlin interjected nodding at the discarded wallet, hands working into a pair of surgical gloves.
"On it," he replied snatching up the wallet and dumping out its contents. "Credit card, what looks like a security badge….for star labs?!...ah here we go drivers license. Jacob R Lance, height, weight, age, eye color...no blood type Cait."
"Of course not," she sighed attempting to stitch up the lacerations. "Felicity do you have a…."
"Hemomatitron?" she giggled in delight. "Of course!"
"Cisco, take a sample of his blood and run it through." Caitlin commanded stitching up another laceration.
Thinking quick, Cisco grabbed a square of gauze, lightly brushed it against one of the wounds and ran to the machine. With a few clicks of buttons, it whirred to life and began calibrating. After a few minutes, the machine finished with a series of beeps and displayed something on the screen.
"This thing says it's a 87% chance match with O-negative." he said reading off the screen.
"I'm O-negative…" Oliver responded turning around.
"Top shelf, second cooler on the left," Felicity told Caitlin pointing to it.
Caitlin rushed over, grabbed a bag from inside the cooler and handed it to Cisco as he finished erecting a hanging device. With skill, she found a vein and hooked the tubes together.
"Alright let's get those pesky things out." Caitlin mumbled picking up a scalpel and a retrieval device of her own making. "Cisco, he's going to need an I.V as well."
"You're the doc, doc" he chuckled setting up another stand and retrieving an I.V bag from the cooler.
Caitlin peered over the man's chest, making deft movements with her tools. After a few minutes of silence, she produced the two bullets and stitched up the entry holes.
"Can you do your thing and figure out where this guys from?" Olliver asked Cisco.
"It's best to let him recover first, I don't know what Cisco's powers might do to him in this state," Caitlin advised stepping in from of the two. "I'd like to get him hooked up to an EKG as well."
"I got it," Cisco muttered, fishing through one of the bags.
"Ollie...he's got pictures of us both...and of Laurel…" Thea trailed off, looking confused.
"I don't know speedy," he replied hugging her in reassurance.
"Who the hell are you dude…" Cisco asked leaning over the man's head and hooking the electrodes to his chest.