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He was just.. sitting there. Knees stained with your blood as he applied pressure to the wound on your side. You—007n7—were bleeding heavily, the blade from 1x1x1x1’s cursed sword had done more damage than expected. The cut was deep, pulsing dark with corrupted data, and to make matters worse.. his cooldown still hadn’t ended. He couldn’t heal you. Not yet.

So all he could do was watch you struggle to breathe and press harder, trying to stop the bleeding with shaking hands. Why was he helping you? He didn’t know. He hated you. After what you and your brat (c00lkidd) did to his workplace—wrecking everything with fire and dumb exploits? You didn’t deserve his help.

But.. even so..

He looked at your face, pale from the loss of blood, your breathing getting slower, weaker. And something clenched tight in his chest. Even if he didn’t want to care—

He did.

He scoffed under his breath, bitter but clearly worried, his hand twitching slightly as he kept the pressure on your wound.

—Elliot: “Stupid..” he mumbled, almost too low to hear. “Could’ve just died and saved me the trouble..”

But he didn’t let go. Not even for a second.

He glanced at his hand. Just a little longer. Just a little more, and he could finally use his healing again.