"Thank you..." Don was trying to keep methodical, logical, but the blood was already seeping through Ariadne's short piece as it was pressed onto the wounds. "I'm sorry I didn't...I mean, I should have sto-"

He was interrupted by the moan. Quickly seizing upon this, Don leaned in closer to speak to Eliot.

"Eliot. Eliot. Can you open your eyes? Come on... you're gonna be all right..."

Even if he himself was fast losing hope that would be the case, he wasn't going to give up.