"It's clean," Oliver says, and he leaves out for now, because infection is a very real possibility. He's never seen animals act like that unless their territory was being encroached on, and even then, most didn't attack without being provoked first. Those monkeys acted like they were bred for aggression.

He curls his hand around Felicity's arm, and helps her up, wincing as the adrenaline fades and the pain of his own injuries kicks in.

"I've have an emergency kit in my room." Though there hasn't been cause for putting one together, Oliver had slowly gathered all the items he'd need for one and stashed it in his room just in case something like this happened. He has never been anything but over prepared ever since the island.