"Of course you didn't," Annie replied, her smile widening a little as she reached over to carefully run a fingertip along his jaw. "I bet you didn't mean to get stabbed at all. I'm just glad I was here."

God, what would the alternative have been? Stitches? Maybe Elliot knew a shady vet? Or, like, one of them could have shoved a hot piece of metal against it, that would have done the exact same trick, but -- yikes.