He accepted the help that was offered with a mumbled thank you, rolling carefully onto his side in an attempt to get comfortable. From there in the bed he watched Callan "A couple hours doesn't sound too bad," Elliot replied hopefully, though he didn't particularly like the idea of waiting until tomorrow for a carriage to come take him home. Amelia and Carter would be pretty upset to hear that he'd managed to hurt himself quite this badly. He followed Callan out of the room, once again worried that the other was leaving him only to feel really stupid when he returned only a few minutes later.<br/><br/>When Callan gingerly wrapped his ankle Elliot bit his lip to keep quiet, nodding some, the cold was already soothing.<br/><br/>"Pretty sure I broke it," he told the other with a pained sigh, "My arm swelled up just as badly when I broke it," He told Callan rather than trying to sleep. He wasn't sure how he could possibly get any real rest before this Iris person arrived with something for the pain.