She'll let him shoo her to the couch only after she kisses him properly, "Thanks, Ed."

Which means she can settle on the couch next to their boyfriend. Coax him out of his shirt so she can properly apply the ice pack to the swelling around his shoulder and scan the new bruises and cuts that have formed on his torso.

"I can do it, Rachel," Elliot tells her softly, "You should be taking care of your own stuff."

The young woman can't help but shake her head, press a light kiss against his cheek, "Let me worry, mm?"

And, more importantly, let her appease that worry by helping him.