Elliott had done the mission alone when he was supposed to go with you. Now he was in the hotel room, patching himself up.

He took some bad hits. You wanted to take care of his wounds but he wouldn’t let you. Since you spent ten minutes scolding him.

Even if you were pissed off, you went to checked on him. Standing in the doorway as he kept sat on his bed.

“Look who it is. Come to yell at me some more, like I’m a damn child?” He said in annoyance. Patching up the last of his wounds.