Elliot just lay there for sometime. The only sign of her living was the slow rise and fall of her chest and the monitor that beeped along with her heart. Slowly, her hand moved and went to her stomach as she groaned. She stomach was killing her. Was this what it felt like to get shot? How on dart did Jacob pass it off as if it were nothing. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw him sitting next to her bed. She smirked, "If I look any worse then you... I'd prefer you not look at me right now..."