April hadn't been back home since the collapse the night prior, and Eliot figured whatever had happened must have been very serious. When lunch rolled around, Eliot fed their bottomless pit of a teenager before making up a meal and a thermos of coffee and bringing it over to the main building.
Seeing only April's familiar skeleton and the usual equipment through the infirmary door, Eliot knocked lightly before entering. "Hey, I brought you some lunch," he said, setting the bag and thermos on the small desk. "Everything all right here? You didn't come home last night, and I know someone who insists on people getting sleep."