Elliot walked over to the closet and grabbed the bag. She bit her lip, did she remember how to do it? She walked over to him and placed the bag down, "You still ruined it," she looked at him as she grabbed the small tongs she had for fishing out bullets and an alcohol rag, "The passion that is... I wouldn't have minded continuing on the bed," she smirked before rubbing his wound with the alcohol and cleaning it.

She stuck the tongs in him and fished out the bullet. When she got it, she made sure that it was still in one piece before checking on the second. When she finished her things into her bag and brought it back to the closet.