Eliot sighed and nodded a little, just enough to be visible without making the room start tilting. "I hate tape."

He closed his eyes again, wincing as a wave of nausea rolled through him. He just wanted to sleep, but he couldn't let his guard down. He hadn't been this tired since --

Fuck. He might not actually have ever been this tired, before.

"What else'd y'do t'me?"