He stood up, pulling the duffel bag up onto the table and digging through. He pulled out a different pistol, laying it on the bedside table before picking up his. He pushed it into the back of his jeans, dropping his shirt over before also pulling out a knife.

As soon as Eliot told him not to come back he turned angry eyes down on him. "Fuck you. I'm coming back in thirty minutes and so help me if you aren't here, Eliot. If you try and fucking take off in your condition." He growled before moving onto the bed next to him, hovering over him.

"You might can kick my ass when you're in tip top, but you aren't right now. I'll beat the hell out of you." He stared down at him for a moment, staring into those yellowed eyes before bending down and kissing him hard. "Stay. Here."