Elliot looked at him, "You weren't supposed to find out... I was going to keep it all a secret... Then you wouldn't have worry... But you're worrying, so much.... worry, worry, worry... I should have done better... Why didn't I do better?"

She turned away from him and climbed into the bed, still mumbling about having done better. Her hand gently touched the bruise the covered most of her neck. She shook her head, "Bad and being good... bad at being bad... bad, bad, bad."