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FLASHBACK

Oliver groaned when he came back to the world of living. He slowly blinked his eyes open and tried to take a look at his surroundings. Where was he? He now remembered the sudden attack of storm..engines shutting down..and how they went head down. He saw the sun was still burning bright and wondered how long was he out. The vigilante also realised their plane had crashed in middle of no where.

The first thing Oliver did was to run his hands over his body to check for gaping wounds. When he didn't find anything other than few bumps and bruises, the older man's eyes fell on his side where Barry was suppose to be seated.

Yes he was suppose to be seated but Oliver didn't find him. The seat was empty which doubled his worry "Barry?" He looked around but coudn't find the boy. Did he jump? No that coudn't be possible. Oliver then saw the windshield was broken and his heart dropped to his stomach. Could Barry be thrown out during the crash. Damn kid! Didn't you wear seatbelt? That meant the speedster might be hurt. He quickly unbuckled his seat and got up grunting from the effort

Oliver scrambled through the broken parts of the windshield "Barry!" he called out hoping he would get a response but was met with silence. The vigilante almost made it out when he saw the prone figure of his friend "Barry!" As soon as he was out in the field Oliver felt a bone chilling wind pass through his skin making him shiver. He pulled his jacket close to his body puffing a small cloud of air

The older man ran hurried his moves and got to the boy who was lying face down in the ground. Turning Barry on his back Oliver gently patted on his face feeling the skin under his hand very cold to touch "Hey Barry...can you hear me? Barry!" he didn't know how long was the kid unconsious in this cold weather.

After few attempts Oliver heard a groan from the boy which was music to his ears. Atleast he was awake now "Wh...What? Too cold" Barry mumbled and looked at his friend with confused expression. He tried to get up but Oliver placed his hand on his chest "Don't move. You might be hurt"

Barry's eyes flickered around and then comically widened as if knowing where exactly they were "We aren't dead?" Oliver laughed lightly "No kid. Thankfully we aren't. Let me check you. Stay still"

The speedster swatted Oliver's hand "I am fine...just feel pain in here" he pointed towards his chest "Think I might have broken a rib...but that's all...I am good". Though Barry was hurting a lot in his ribs, he didn't want Oliver to worry unnecessary. Also he will be healing in couple of hours so that shouldn't be a major problem. He just needed to pull himself together and then he will flash them out of here "Give me some time...I will heal..then go..not cold"

Oliver had a scowl on his face. Why was Barry slurring. Something was wrong. The kid was more hurt than he was letting him know. The vigilante decided to check himself and racked his eyes over the hero's body. Barry had a deep gash on his side temple, small cuts and bruises covered his body. He said he had one broken ribs so he added that to the list. His eyes widened when he saw Barry's leg. A thin rod was brutally impaled on his ankle and it was bleeding heavily on the ground "Barry! Oh God..."

"What is it...Why did you say Oh God.." Barry asked but at the same moment he felt an excruciating pain in his leg. He tried to move but proved to be wrong decision as he let out a painful howl "Oliver help me up please...my leg... I need to see...something is wrong"

Oliver gulped down the lump and slowly helped Barry sit upright "Calm down okay...don't panic" Barry ignored him and looked down at his ankle. His eyes widened and teeth chattered "Oh my God...is that a...rod?" The older man nodded apologetically "We have to get that thing out" he said making Barry scramble away from him

PRESENT

Oliver positioned near Barry's leg and held it by one hand. The other hand went to pull the rod "Ready?" Barry again shook his head in a negative, looking at Oliver with fearful eyes. He knew it was going to hurt like hell. The vigilante looked away "Sorry" and gave a pull at the rod

Barry screamed through the cloth but it came out muffled. He tightly gripped on the leaves and dirt on the ground with his hands. Tears of pain leaked from his eyes. He could faintly hear Oliver saying smooth words to him "Easy...easy..it's almost over...you are doing good...hang on"

With every pull Oliver gave Barry coudn't help but yell as it was sending waves of pain through his entire leg. He tried to stay as still as possible. His back arched letting out a final scream when the older man finally pulled out the rod. Spitting the hankerchief beside him the boy tried to take a breath but was left panting and sweating and he didn't dare move for few minutes.

Oliver cursed when he saw the ankle was bleeding more than before. He quickly untied the cloth from the calf and tied it over the wound earning a surprise yelp from the boy "I don't want you...to do that again" Oliver wiped the sweat from his forehead "Trust me kid I will never do that again"

Suddenly Barry's eyes began to droop again. He wimpered and slowly closed his eyes welcoming the darkness. Oliver sighed and sat beside the boy. This was bad. Very bad. He didn't knew if Barry was healing because from the looks of it his powers were working very slow. The cold weather was most probably holding his powers back. The kid was still hurting with broken ribs, head wound with a mild concussion if not serious one and the major injury to his leg.

Oliver took a deep breath. He had to be strong and think practically. He could do this. He will get them out of here. He was the one who asked the kid to help him so it was his responsibility to make sure he gets back home safely. His hand went to his pocket where he kept the phone. He looked at the screen as saw there was no signal. The older man then checked for Barry's cell but there was no signal in it too. His heart sank further knowing there was no connection to outer world.

Oliver ran a hand on his mouth and looked at his jet which was now nothing but a wrecked steel box. He stood up to inspect if he could find anything that will help.

The vigilante coudn't believe when he saw the damage. His jet was literally spilt in half with other half no where in sight. He mentally thanked God that they were still alive after this dangerous landing. Moving in through the broken jet Oliver was met with disappointment when he saw there was nothing there to help them. His and Barry's backpack, first aid kit and water everything was kept in back area of the jet which was now missing. He made a decision.

Oliver came back to where Barry laid and lightly shook his shoulder "Barry...Barry can you wake up? We need to move" he hated waking up the kid but they needed to find the other half of the jet so atleast it will help them to survive until he thinks of a way out. He coudn't leave Barry alone in this unknown island. It would be easier to keep a watch on the boy if he was with him.

Barry twitched in his unconscious state and then slowly owned his eyes. He instantly shut them close, his hand moving towards his leg which was throbbing in pain. He coughed couple of times and suddenly gasped trying to take a breath. Sensing something was wrong Oliver called out to his friend "Barry? What is it?"

Barry's movements were sluggish as he caught Oliver's shirt. With much difficulty he said "Can't..Can't breath!"

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