He had noticed that Eliot was burning up, even for him. He frowned before working his way out of the bed without jarring the man around. He pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge before taking it back to him. "Okay, I'm gonna get that shirt off of you now. I want to check and see if you're healing up at all."

He dug through his duffel bag for a moment before pulling out a plain pocket knife. "You trust me?" He walked back to the bed, sitting next to him.