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Oliver was used to jumping to action the moment a new text arrived, but this was the first time he had received a text message from a girl. Jack usually got the fastest response, as it was usually coffee runs, and if the man was in need of coffee he was more likely to snap if the arrival was late. But when he saw that Noemi needed his help... The response to her was just as prompt.

Showing up in the infirmary, ready to help her to her room, Oliver was idly wondering where her room actually was when he saw her. In a bed off to one side, all bandaged up like the others, and looking a hundred times more terrified. Some of the older hunters seemed to know the drill, and had resigned themselves to their fate. But Noemi looked like she was ready to bolt.

It was clear her request was an unreasonable one, she was just as damaged as all the rest. Oliver wouldn't be able to take her out of the infirmary like she had hoped. He was no doctor.

"Ah, Noemi?" He said softly, approaching the bedside at a gentle pace. "You sent me a text?"

Oliver was hoping she might have changed her mind... He began to look really nervous. "I-I d-don't think th-that would be such a good idea," the kid stammered, looking down at his feet rather than at his friend. "The d-doctors need... ah... m-more time to make sure you are okay..."

He managed a nervous glance to meet her eyes. "I-I know hospitals are not fun, b-but please bear with it a little while longer..."

"Ah no! Please don't!" Oliver said, distraught as he ran to the side of the bed to keep Noemi from getting out. "I-It w-will hurt more!"

He had not yet had an extended stay in the island's infirmary, but his memories of being in a hospital were always clearer than the events leading up to it. "Please, lie back down!" He pleaded. "Tell me what I can do, b-but please lie down for now! I-I'll stay here with you, please lie down..."

Oliver put his hands gently over hers, to let her know he wasn't going to leave her alone. "I know, it's really scary... Especially here because there are lots of strangers. B-but when you are hurt, it's good to be near someone who can help. And that's why I can't take you back. N-not yet."

Somehow the timid kid brought his gaze up from his shoes, and looked right at Noemi with those pale, hazel eyes. "Can I make it safer here for you? Would you stay if I did that?"

"Um..."

Here he seemed to lose a bit of confidence, and his eyes wandered almost desperately around the room. He hadn't given it much thought at all. But he couldn't let Noemi down, right now her emotional suffering was probably just as bad, if not worse, than her physical pain. Why did getting better have to be so hard?

His eyes settled on a pile of clean blankets, waiting to be put back into a linen closet. A couple low chairs. An unused IV pole. An adjustable bedside tray for mealtimes. Back to blankets. Another adjustable table.

Suddenly Oliver was able to manage a real smile. "What if you had a little place all to yourself? Right here in bed?"

"I can try," Oliver said, encouraged by her hopeful expression. That is what people needed when they were hurting, a little bit of hope.

"Don't worry," he said quickly, "I-I'm just going across the room." He warned her before he started to head towards the blankets. If she thought he was leaving she might panic even more, and he didn't want her getting hurt! He quickly nabbed one of the blankets off the folded pile, one of the soft, fleece-like blankets that was thin, but also quite warm. On the way back he reached out and grabbed one of the little tables.

With all the materials he needed, he began looking at the bed. "Um... Are you okay sitting up?"

Oliver made a quick adjustment to the bed angle, so Noemi could comfortably recline, and still read a book, or sleep with minimal effort. "S-sorry," he muttered as he worked, knowing it would be a little painful. But then she wouldn't have to move at all.

He took the blankets, and began to tuck the top half into the mattress by the girl's head. Letting them rest there, not quite touching the top of Noemi's head, he moved back and started adjusting the wheeling table. Oliver looked underneath it, and after some poking and prodding, he loosened something. That much was obvious when the top of the table began to fall downwards with a soft rasping noise, followed by a loud thunk as it was halted by the poor trainee's head.

"Ow..." Oliver winced, but he wasn't done yet.

He pushed the adjustable table back up to it's previous position, and then even higher. It was roughly level with the top of the inclined mattress when he screwed back in whatever it was that held it in a fixed position. Then he leaned on it. "Ah. I-I d-don't think it will fall on you," he explained sheepishly.