Mitch was thankful that Annie and Eliot found him first. He wasn't sure if he would've wanted it any other way. Especially since he was feeling something different with Annie even though they just met, he couldn't help himself. He took a deep breath as he was cleaning himself off, not realizing the blood he had on his face.. and his body? He really hoped that he wasn't shot before being dropped off here.. but he would've felt that? Sometimes he didn't though.
Lifting his shirt up he saw the wound. It was black and blue but it wasn't a gunshot wound. He knew what those felt like. He dried himself off and then went back into the main part of the bar. He smiled when he saw Annie talking to her father Eliot and then sat down next to her.
"Thank you for letting me clean up. I feel a hundred percent better. Well besides the bruise I have." He said chuckling softly, trying to sit comfortably.