He watched Eliot as he cut through his shirt and then carefully pulled it off. He tossed the scraps into the trash before pressing his hand to his back. He was still burning up and he frowned at that, shaking his head.

He went back to the bags that were still on the table, pulling out a few things before carrying them over to the bed. There was alcohol and clean gauze as well as medical tape. "Just...try to relax ok?" Yeah because he knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

He carried over the last few things, including a curved needle and thread just in case he decided to stitch him up. He nudged Eliot completely onto his stomach before sitting on his thighs and carefully peeling off the bandage he'd already put there.