[ THIS POOR CHILD ... Elliot blanches, eventually receding back a few paces to clutch the small clasp of her palms in his and press on forward. ]

What else?! They'll look after that gaping wound in your head! You can't be serious — if you leave it out in the open like this, it'll surely become infected. And I'll be damned if I stand idly by while you bleed out on the streets.