Richie had taken over for him but Virgil refused to leave Oliver's side. As scared as he was, it wasn't about him. It was worry for Oliver. He was trying to make him as comfortable as humanly possible but with an arrow in his chest it was tough. No matter the number of blankets they wouldn't mysteriously make the Just Been Shot feeling go away. He caught Richie's look and tried to offer a smile, but it didnt work. It was like he was running on auto pilot and just taking the necessary motions. Until his hands weren't on the wound did he finally sit down. Only a few inches from his friend and he took his hand trying to be some what comforting. "Don't try and talk, stupid..You'll need your strength for Guitar Hero, I promised I'd beat you again remember?" Though the voice wasn't mean or cruel, it was more endearing than anything. Squeezing his hand he frowned. "Claire's coming, you're gonna be okay." Talking to Oliver but pointedly Virgil looked up when Chloe called her "the healer, the girl" So she'd realize her name was Claire. Claire was a friend.
"I don't know, but she'll be here." His eyes narrowed at the blond and a barely there change in air density meant that Virgil was flustered and angry, and fifty kinds of upset. But he was coming out of his state of shock. Slowly, but better than not at all. A certain electrical vibe clung to the air around them for half a second, though it was likely that only Richie would recognize it. Only he'd been around Virgil long enough to have felt it before.