Eliot arched as the knife pierced his chest. He knew as soon as Lindsey placed the knife that this wouldn't kill him. Well, it would but it'd take hours. He just didn't get a chance to say anything first. He groaned quietly as the knife stopped moving and reached for his brother's hand, moving it up to his throat. "This'll work better," he whispered, coughing as his felt his injured lung slowly fill with blood.