John flinches at the past tense and quickly turns away to rummage through his equipment. He's not going to discuss Eliot with Brett of all people. He may be mad at his friend but that didn't mean he would tell the guy who had him beaten for nothing but rivalry anything. Hell would have to freeze over before that.

"If you don't hold still I will put you under," he snaps, trying to stop the bleeding once again. Honestly, how is this guy still alive?

"I'm not." But his voice wavers slightly. "I just... don't want to die."