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[ID: Sketch of Hardison and Eliot, with Hardison in the foreground, holding his phone to his chest and half turning so he could see Eliot behind him in his peripheral vision. Eliot is wincing slightly and holding his hand to his head. He had blood coming from his hairline and bruising all down the left side of his face. End ID]
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Premise is just Hardison saying "Aren't you supposed to be unconscious?" in response to Eliot yet again being indifferent to a serious head wound that has Hardison freaking out a bit