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So the Coven was definitely going on Schmidt's ship. He knows the girls don't listen to reason much, but he had to try anyway. At the very least so they know someone in the group will be heartbroken if anything happened to them. Vashti agreed with him. It's a first that someone cared about what he had to say and saw it the way he did. For the little time she's been here he knows she cares. He likes that a lot. Does she gets attached to people easily like him? No one else had anything to say about her storming off, even though she's right. Kayla's probably in the wind. She always had an separate agenda than the rest of them. He's not properly processed Elise's death or Babylon getting away with murder. It's a lot more than he bargained for. He picked up his crutches and got off Madison's truck. 

"I'll stick with Emily and Vashti. Be safe. We're a call away if you need us." He slowly hobbled away from the group and into the hospital. It took him twenty minutes to get from the parking garage to Emily's room. The hospital is not travel friendly for the physically disabled, even if his condition is temporary. He knocked on the door, then came into the room, closing the door behind him. Emily didn't look any better, just pale, sickly, and like she was dying. He hoped she didn't. Not when they've already lost someone important to the group. He sat in a car near her bedside next to Vashti, he placed the crutches on the floor beside him.

"You know, I remember the last thing Elise did for me. She saved me from the FBI. She was a good kid. Not really social, but eager to study Extra-Humans like I am. I thought maybe we could have learned more together, but that didn't happen. The mess we get ourselves into." He sighed tiredly. "I hope she knew I cared for her and was thankful she saved me. I did thank her for it, but a lot of things in the Coven gets said and it'd hard to tell when it's genuine or if it's disingenuous." 

He looked at Vashti, smile so strained it hurt his face to pretend he's okay so he stopped and really got a good look at her beat up appearance. He hadn't really thought about her getting stabbed by Outsider. She could've lost her life too. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "I won't make excuses for the others, but know that I don't think you're wrong to be upset and frustrated. It won't get better with this group, but you won't find another place with people as eclectic, sometimes judgmental, and as honest as they are. They don't say everything, but everything they mean is on their faces. I know it's a lot, but I hope you stay."