Ileana stepped in to the apartment, flinching a little when he snapped at her. She took a deep breath and let it go, not responding as she usually would when Cole started snapping. "Yes you do," she told him simply, "I'll get the first aid kit."
802 looked lived in, even for the owner being gone for two weeks because she had been living there. Sitting up all night, waiting and hoping for an answer to her desperate wish that he would come home. Dirty dishes in the sink and pinned up scrawled numbers on the fridge with Missing Persons organizations written next to them. The alcohol easily found that clearly wasn't his and half empty. She disappeared in to the bathroom and came back with the first aid kit, "If you don't want me to do it, you do it. But you can't leave your wrists like that."