Oliver had been worried about his sister from the minute she'd insisted on going with Laurel. It wasn't that he didn't think she couldn't take care of herself, just more that he was worried about all of the commotion and buzz. The Queen's weren't exactly beloved at the moment. And so he'd decided to go to City Hall as well, though he'd been intent on keeping a low profile. At least that had been the plan until he exited the car right as the bomb went off.
The blast sent people running. Most away from the noise and confusion. But a few, police and Oliver included, ran toward it. Uncaring of the dust or dirt, blood or grime, he'd raced forward, helping those he could. And he kept going back, time and again. Thea was in there...and Laurel, as well.
Scrambling through the rubble, heart stopped as he saw Laurel. And a blonde woman kneeling over Thea. Mouth-to-mouth.
"...Thea." Voice was a bit hoarse, worried eyes looking to Laurel as he moved forward.