"Elliot!" Fear turned to surprise, turned to relief, but was short-lived before she saw his damaged shoulder, Elliot trying his best to nurse it. She took off running towards the door, heedless of the wide expanse of window that she crossed in order to get there. It was all she could do to avoid slamming into him like a ton of bricks, just to get her arms around him and make sure he was okay. Being pitted into situations like these repeatedly—it didn't make one stronger or braver, it made one more fearful, having witnessed how easy it would be to not make it through the ordeal alive. Elsie tried not to think about that as she pried Elliot's hand away from the wound, looking at it with poorly concealed worry.
"We can't go back out there," she whispered, locking the door though it would do no good against a real threat. "It's too dangerous. And you shouldn't move that shoulder too much—running—running would hurt it more."
She bit her lip anxiously as she looked about the store, trying to cut the clearest path to the backroom with her eyes.
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