It may be a surprise to both of them that when yelled at, Eliot hung his head, properly chagrined. It was rather foolish of him to have tried to get off the couch like that when he could barely see straight at this point.

But that didn't make him any less stubborn though, and when helped up, although leaning a good part on Dean for support, he still shook his head. "I'll take the Tylenol... but no prescribed drugs. I can take it."

He was about to even say that he'd taken worse, but after some thought, decided that it was probably not true. He had never had acid poured into him while he was already half dead before.

"At worse, I'll pass out," he grunted. He growled slightly less now that he was leaned against Dean.