I wake up to the sound of gunshots. Hardly managing to get up, I find Oliver, hooded up, with Diggle, and they are both trying to fight off my father. Malcolm runs away but throws a knife on his way out, which lands in Diggle's chest. Diggle falls to the ground in pain with the knife sticking out of his chest.
Oliver: "Dig."
Diggle: "Stairs, Oliver. Go, go."
Elizabeth: "Oliver, go. I'll take care of Diggle."
Oliver nods before running after my father. I kneel beside Diggle, examining the injury.
Elizabeth: "Hold on, Diggle. I need to find the first aid kit."
I search through the panic room till I find the first aid kit along with some stuff my father stored in here in case he ever got an injury like this. I grab the plastic wrap, a bottle of alcohol, and stitching supplies. I put on
