"We can't Ollie, haven't you been listening? What's going on?" Michael asked, bringing his hand to his forehead and wiping the sweat from his brow.

"I don't know… Jac's cut her arm somehow, perhaps from a bit of shrapnel?" He pointedly turned to Jac when he answered as it was more of a question to her than an explanation to Michael, and she nodded her head weakly in response. "There's so much blood…" Ollie yelled, arms flailing around his head in circles. Jac was staring at Oliver in a state of absolute terror, fuelled by the excruciating pain issuing from her arm. Soon, though, the steely determination that Jac cherished and Oliver admired resurfaced, and he could see it flicker in her eyes.

"Ollie, there's…" Jac started, faltering as her lungs burned with the might of a coughing fit wracking her body. She could feel her eyelids drooping. Kneeling down next to her, Oliver called her name and shook her shoulders in an attempt to get her to open her eyes; the hand grasping her wounded arm fell to the floor.

"Ms Naylor, stay with me!" Oliver warned in frustration. A moan past her lips and her eyes fluttered open.

"I... I'm… not… going… anywhere…" Jac slurred, still conscious but unable to move. "If… I… die Ollie…"

"You're not going to die!" Oliver cut her of, glancing around him frantically in the hope of finding some solution.

"No, if I do die, I want you to remember something for me, just too little words." A ghostly smile passed her lips.

"What's that?"

"You're fired!" Oliver threw his head back in a silent laugh and unbuttoned his top, placing it secularly around Jac's arm in a kind of homemade bandage.

"Right… well the thing is… I quite love this job, so I'm not going to risk losing it, even if I have the chance to kill the legendary Ms Snaylor, ok?" Jac didn't reply, she couldn't find the energy, but her eyes uttered an unspoken thanks.

"Valentine…" Jac started, mastering all the strength she had left. "There's a suture kit… in that… briefcase… If you could…" She lifted a trembling hand to the brown case, gesturing at Ollie to obtain it. Nodding, Oliver reached for it and pulled it back to him, prising it open in a flourish. Carefully, he snatched up the stitches and needle, preparing them with one singular motion of his hands.

"Hold on… we don't have any anaesthetic." Oliver said, his hand hesitatingly hovering over Jac's arm that was whitening by the second.

"I've been through worse Ollie, trust me." Jac responded hurriedly, so she had no time to doubt Oliver's surgical skills. She looked at him square in the eye, a silent message to go ahead. Ollie gulped down some saliva that was surfacing in his mouth; he could feel the extreme pressure compressing down on him, a boa constructer circling around his throat. What if she dies? He thought. Gradually, he brought the needle to her skin and began suturing. Jac quickly covered her mouth with her still trembling hand in pain, muffling the scream that escaped her lips. It hurt. It hurt so much. Jac cursed her self for showing such weakness, so when the next ripple of pain came, she bit her lip in determination. I can do this. It's just pain. If you don't suffer, you don't feel alive.

*10 minutes later*

"Thanks Ollie, I didn't think you could do it." Jac said, eyeing Oliver with a new found respect.

"Well, I am a junior doctor." He answered smugly, pleased at his mentors interest.

"Ha. I've heard that rumour to!" Jac smiled, and Oliver simply rolled his eyes as he detached from the wall he was leaning on and sat down next to his mentor. Jac stole a look at her mentee, mentally laughing at the exasperated expression plastered on his face, and a second later he looked up too – there eyes met.

"I mean it Ollie, your dad must be proud." Jac continued, her pained expression evident.

"Your dad must be proud too." Oliver said, his dazzling blue eyes still staring into Jac's emerald ones. Swiping the hair out of her face, Jac laughed incredulously.

"Unless the dead have feelings, I think that is pretty unlikely." She exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"What?" Oliver asked, confused. Jac raised an eyebrow.

"He's dead Ollie!"


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