Eli was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, this time, and instead stayed on the floor until he was sure she wasn't coming back. He stood up shakily and shut the door, shoving the heaviest thing he could find and move - some old trunk full of papers - in front of it. Then he sat down in his desk chair and gingerly touched his face, trying to use his computer monitor as a mirror. His left eye was bruised and would probably be swollen shut by the end of the day, and his mouth was cut all to hell.
Eli sighed and went to get something to clean up the blood, tiptoeing as quietly as he could through the mess in his apartment in an effort not to piss Reed off anymore.