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Felicity was trying to work on her digital map of the hotel. She just had a few more tweaks and the app would be ready for the smartphone network...but she couldn't stop staring at the little hunk of metal on her desk. The one she couldn't make work.

"God, I hate mysteries."

She picked it up and looked at it again. Nothing. Not a thrum of power, not a blip on her multimeter. Zip. Squat. Then, in one of those moments that was probably the start of a really bad idea, her eyes flicked from the tracker to the map. She tapped a few keys and called up the application and switched to design view. There it was, one of the doors that lead outside of the construct they lived in now. The arena.

Her feet were moving before her brain could remind her of a dozen impulsive ideas that never, ever turned out right. She only stopped long enough to grab her tablet, her multimeter, her phone, and a handful of different wires and components that she stuffed into her pocket as she walked.

Two hours later, though if you asked her she'd say she'd only been there ten minutes, she was recording the wave patterns of the information coming off the tracker and monitoring the power draw.

She was so focused, she didn't even see the monkeys gathering around her.

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"I'm going!" And she was, running as well as she could towards the door. "I can see the door! Which you probably totally don't need to be told since we're running that way...and I should be shutting up now, right?"

As much as she wanted to at least make this end somewhat well, apart from the whole slashing monkey chasing thing, she thought she could at least cross the threshold into the hotel somewhat gracefully. She almost made it, but not quite. Or not at all. Because when her foot caught on a root on the jungle floor, Felicity tripped and landed face first on the hallway floor.

Ungraceful as it may be, Oliver's glad to see Felicity make it through the door. He wastes one more arrow to take down the monkey that scratched him, giving him just enough of a gap between himself and the rest of the pack - enough to grab the edge of the door as he goes through it, hopping over Felicity's body.

He doesn't hear the door slam behind him as he crashes into the wall, leaving a smear of blood to ruin the wallpaper. Oliver still brings his bow up and points it at the door, but the only sounds left are his and Felicity's breathing in the silence around them.

When the door doesn't budge - doesn't even look as though there could be a jungle full of lethal animals behind it - Oliver drops to Felicity's side, his hand hovering over the scratches and bloodied shirt on her back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Felicity panted, trying to catch her breath. "I mean, no gun to my head, nothing exploded and I'm not covered in broken glass. So all things considered?" she shrugged and then winced, eyes slamming shut. "Um. Ow. That's not so good, I think."

She turned her head and tried to see her own back.

Felicity talking and talking means she's okay to some degree - or at least feeling good enough to fake being okay, and he relaxes for a moment. His adrenaline is still pumping, but the hand he puts on Felicity's shoulder is gentle, and when she tries to twist around to see her back, he moves it to the side of her head. "Don't. It'll hurt if you try to look."

"Okay. Not looking. But its not like, hamburger, zombie movie bad is it?" She'd seen her share of horror movies, she knew what victims looked like after they'd been slashed. "Because it would really, really suck to bleed out because of a pack of crazy monkeys went Freddie Kruger on my back, you know?"

She told herself the shiver was probably shock setting in, and didn't have anything to do with the way his hand moved over her skin. Nothing whatsoever.

"We should probably get out of the hallway, too, before someone comes by and asks entirely too many questions about the bow."

"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.

"I'm sure there's a boy scout comment in there somewhere, but I don't think the scouts ever did much with crazy jungle monkeys."

Even with his hand on her arm playing havoc with her stomach, Felicity caught the wince and started looking over what she could see of him. "I know that look.Did they get you, too? And does that mean this time we'll have to play doctor with each other?"

There was a pause, then a mutter. "I hate my brain sometimes."

"Hopefully we won't need any stitches," Oliver says, happy to keep talking and keeping them moving down the hall and toward his room. "I'm not exactly prepared for that, yet."

Oh, he has a small travel sewing kit, but it's not sanitary or effective. Straight needle, sewing thread - it'll do in a pinch, but it's not the best.

"Yeah, I really hope not because that's really you and Diggle, I like tying you up more." She stopped. Paused. Shook her head. "Taping, I mean. Taping you up. Not tying. Never mind. I'm shutting up again now."