Elijah's eyes widened at the shout. His voice was quiet and wilted like a dead flower. "I.. am.. just waiting for Anthony.. to be able to walk to take him home. I.. I'm sorry..' His voice clearly revealed the broken spirit from the words. He didn't realize how much it shattered him to hear the other react like that. They weren't together at all but it still somehow felt like a part of his heart had been ripped out. He slowly walked back over to Anthony and sat on the floor at his side. If the other didn't wake soon, he'd just carry him home.