Laurel had been in the Glades to check on some old clients. She had moved on, but she hadn't let go of the people who she wanted to help. Rounding the corner, she came face to face Oliver Queen, the one person who she hasn't really spoken with and blinked at his knuckle.
"Ollie?" she asked softly, her hand moved to touch his arm, "What happened?" she looked worried, her hand moved to his, pulling her hand up to look at his knuckles, "Are you alright?"