“I don’t need your pity Oliver. Or your ‘I told you so-s’.” Felicity reached out for the first aid kit, her hand running along the clasp before she opened it and dug in, looking for the alcohol wipes. She had snuck out of the bunker to try research the latest man on Oliver’s list, only she got caught and ended up in a heap on the floor. If it wasn’t for Oliver, she could have been dead. “If anything, just help clean it up.”
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