They moved quickly, which was a blessing for Brennan and the open wound in his shoulder. He had spent whatever brainpower that wasn't directed towards their defense on the way back to how he was going to take care of his shoulder when he reached the Library. There wasn't even a slim possibility of him attempting to return to the island in this state. As it was, he had already lost enough blood to make his mind start to swim, and he knew he was going to have to stay at the Library the rest of the night just to have the strength to start the journey back to Liberty Island. It would certainly be suicide to attempt to go back now.
Eloise carried on admirably, and he knew she had made it onto a short list that held the names of people he respected and it carried over from before the Outbreak, so that meant a lot, to him anyways. He checked on her every once in a while, however, ready to lend his good shoulder should she need it. But they had both managed to make it to the Library through their own strength, and that impressed him as well.
He handed her the bag he carried, waiting to make sure she had a stable grip on it before letting it go. He took his own bag off his bad shoulder, unable to suppress the pained shudder as it felt like he pulled the straps right out of the wound. "I know," he managed to force out before his vision flashed and he ungracefully fell to the floor. He shook his head and sighed, annoyed at himself, and honestly, embarrassed. He wanted to laugh, as he was probably one of maybe four people in the entire world to be embarrassed to have lost enough blood to almost make himself pass out. Priorities. He didn't seem to have them.
Brennan reached for his bag, digging through it, pulling out rubber tubing to tie around his upper shoulder, a makeshift tourniquet to stem off some of the bleeding.
"I don't think I'm going anywhere," he said, trying not to sound weak. He was hoping that his heart wouldn't give out.