Eliot sighed as he felt the pressure lift. He felt whoever it was, somehow, he couldn't quite remember who, leave and reached out his... not-hand to stop him.

He frowned. It was getting harder to breathe, as if something was wrapped around his chest. He found himself coughing and a wet, metallic taste filled his mouth. He grimaced, moaning faintly as the coughs shook his already sore body.