Connor blinked as Elizabeth started to reply to him, and then she seemed to faint. He caught her before she could fall to the floor, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. There was absolutely no way he could tell if she was alive or not. At least not yet, but it troubled him she wasn't breathing. 

He swallowed his mouthful of cookie, and he sat to keep watch, to keep vigil over Elizabeth. He was troubled, hoping his blood hadn't killed her. If it had, he didn't know if he could ever figure Marl. 

He didn't know if he could ever forgive himself. He lay a hand gently over Elizabeth's heart, as if his touch could make it beat. Or at least to feel her chest rise in a breath "Please" it was almost a pray, and his voice broke on the word