Elliot was still biting her lip as she watched Jacob move his leg and sat on the edge of the bed. She hopped off and stood in front of him, holding out her hands to help him up. As much as she had joked about waiting until he was on his feet to get mad at him. She was far to anxious about him getting hurt again to even try to be mad at him for nearly getting himself killed. She helped him to his feet and looked up at him, "All good? No pain? If it hurts at all... Maybe you should lie back down..."