After finding Booth's message on the boards, Eliot snapped the laptop's lid shut and headed into the kitchen to grab his keys and a travel mug. The pot of tea that he'd just put on went into the travel mug instead of the regular one sitting beside the stove. The truck's keys he grabbed from the hook beside the door and his coat off the back of the chair. Keys, wallet, drink. He started out the door and then turned back to grab the phone off the counter.
Heading downstairs, he snorted and shook his head. It had been a long time since he'd taken someone to the hospital, asked or otherwise. Usually it was his job to put people in there and that didn't involve helping them get to the building. Exiting the building, he headed over to where he parked the truck. Getting in, he started up the vehicle and flipped on the heat, noting that he was going to have to get some coolant for the engine. The heat was barely enough to make a difference.
He waited for Booth to show up, fingers tapping on the wheel. When he spotted the FBI agent leaning against the building, he got out and headed over. "You die in my truck, I'm gonna kick your ass," he said quietly as he moved to stand beside him. "Come on. Let's get you to the hospital before you keel over."