On Buffy's word Claire had run to the fridge she kept in her room for just this kind of emergancy and pulled out a syringe prefilled with her blood, she kept a few aside just in case. There were other healers here now of course but with the craziness in this place they could never be too sure. There was also possibly the fact of how long she'd been around. She hadn't hesitated, running quickly to Olivers room knowing just how fragile human life was even if hers wasn't. And Tim would never forgive himself if he'd killed Oliver.
She finally arrived at the door as she heard Virgil speak her name, reassuring Oliver she'd be here soon, and here she was.
Claire made her way across the room and pushed her way in toward Oliver, not pushing anyone aside but mearly asking them to give her a little room. She quickly assessed the wound, they had gauze and all sorts, and the arrow still in there. Claire readied the needle, this would have to be quick, she thought as she depressed the needle into the side of his neck, quickest route to the wound.
"This next bit will hurt a little" she told him by way of very quick warning, pulling the gauze away and with one quick sharp movement pulled the arrow free before the wound could close around it. It was gross when it did that. This done she sat back holding the arrow watching the wound close.
"You should be okay soon, just relax okay. You lost a lot of blood"