Oliver woke up. He could hear a good amount of stranger groans. He got up, looking at the stump of what used to be his left forearm. "Jax? Where are we going? I don't think I'll make it without medical attention." He looked at the growing puddle of blood on the floor. "Sorry I couldn't be strong, Jax. I tried. I really did." He curled up in a ball, thinking about how he got this far.