@elliotbxnes
Jasper Davenport was a man on a mission. Unsure on the specifics of just who'd been hurt-- or worse-- he felt like the responsibility of checking in on everyone fell on his shoulders. Sure, he was friendly with nearly everyone in this God-forsaken town, but he never stopped to think about the fact that these people barely knew him. To be fair, even HE barely knew himself. Still, he found himself doorstep to doorstep, offering assistance in any way possible. He was met a few odd glances, but all in all, he felt as if he was making a difference-- and that made him feel much less like a victim, even if he'd never admit he ever felt like one in the first place.
It wasn't until he was standing before Elliot's residence that a memory from the hospital flashed across his mind. Elliot was there; he must've been hurt. How could Jasper have been so consumed in his own thoughts to overlook the fact that he'd heard the nurses speak about him like he was a hero? His feet picked up speed beneath him and led him to the door in no time before he knocked a little frantically. He told himself to be gentle with his knocking as to not startle anyone, but a panic began rising in him that wouldn't rest until he saw that Elliot was all right.
Elliot Bones was a HERO. Heroes got themselves killed.