Anthony sat up in the bed, turning to face Elijah—he didn't seem pissed, so that was good at least, but Anthony wasn't entirely convinced. He avoided eye contact, or even looking at Elijah out of...guilt? Embarrasment? Though he couldn't give a name to the feeling, it wasn't exactly a good one.

"I'm sorry," he said. He shouldn't have freaked out like he did, then. It must have been so incredibly uncomfortable and terrifying for Elijah. "I feel.....not good. And I remember...getting injected with some....thing." His mind was foggy enough that he couldn't remember details, but he still remembered and took into account that Elijah disliked him swearing, and as such avoided cursing. Priorities.