themanbeneaththehood:

Cisco heard the string of the bow snap milliseconds before he felt the arrow plunge into his shoulder. “You just shot an unarmed man. That’s low, even for you.” He laughed, feeling the tranquilzer quickly taking effect. “Wowie, a tranq. Smart.” He said just before his consciousness slipped away and the net was the only thing left holding him up.

Oliver cut the binds of the net with the arrow he’d pulled from the wound. With a labored sigh, he heaved the man over his shoulder. It didn’t know when this was becoming his problem but he had to do something. Cisco was a friend–or at least to some degree a friend to him. 

Cisco was in and out along the journey to wherever Oliver was taking him. Consciousness came and went, only because his body was fighting to vibrate the sedative out of his system. He groaned at the searing pain in his shoulder as he was jostled about along the way, probably Oliver readjusting the dead weight of his body.