"I know you don't." He mumbled softly. "To be honest...I really don't either, but he has all the research on his laptop. I don't want you getting any worse and we don't know how well you'll heal with this crap in you." He shifted, sliding down just a bit further before slowly lifting his head. "If I had been faster you never would have gotten shot."

He took the empty bottle, tossing it in the trash can. His hand brushed down Eliot's side carefully as he sighed.