Elliot has always been the most level-headed one on the team but he was reaching his limit.

Here's the gist; he and many other people have been thrown into a purgatory of sorts where they die in rounds alike a game. Everyone has their role and his role is to keep people alive but more often than not, he's the first to die in so many torturous ways. He knew why, of course; he's the healer. Throwing pizza that magically healed his teammates wasn't on his bucket list but there it is.

What makes this worse are his teammates constantly running up to him, begging to be healed when needed. Elliot never minded this, he loved helping, but the pressure was growing heavy. Plus, and the team didn't mean for this - they're all fairly friendly with Elliot - Elliot is beginning to only feel useful when he's healing. That all he's good for is a slice of pizza. He's told himself many times that this wasn't true but after days or weeks...or God forbid months of this going on, it was really getting to him.

After another round - a rather intense one with 1x1x1x1 - he couldn't take the weight of it anymore.

"'Heal me! Heal me, Elliot'! Is that all I am now? Is there nothing else I can do but run around and heal you all? Am I just the guy to go to for heals and that's it?!"

Definitely no one expected such a shout and breakdown from Elliot of all people. Neither did Elliot, whose face flushed red with embarrassment as he realized what he'd said. Immediately, his eyes flicker to the ground and he's walking out of the middle cabin, probably to head to his own.