Anthony had awoken some hours after the whole affair. He was absolutely miserable—his chest and throat hurt from all the hyperventilating and coughing, he was still a bit drowsy from the drugs, and it was rather quickly that memories of what had happened came rushing back. It was pathetic and idiotic of him, really, to allow himself to be in such a state in front of strangers.

Despite his now miserable existence and unending self-blaming, Anthony was probably still better off than he was before awakening, though—most notably, he was no longer having a panic attack and crying like that, and was for the most part lucid enough to realize that he's in a safe place and not in any real danger. Anthony tried to fall asleep again, but failed pathetically, resigning himself to just laying there with his eyes closed in a mock-sleep. He found it more difficult than usual to form coherent thoughts—the most certain thing in his mind right now was the fear of how Elijah would react to this. It must've been so uncomfortable for him.

Anthony shifted a bit as he heard Elijah enter and speak softly. He opened his eyes, but didn't turn to face Elijah. He was, admittedly, still frightened. "...Elijah."