He was being stubborn, and so incredibly rude. She doubted that he was this way without reason, but she hadn't been anything but kind to him in the past twenty minutes of being in his home. She made an effort to seek him out, to make sure he was okay, to help him. All he did was tell her to get out of his house as he downed another bottle, making her shiver. She didn't need to take the shit he gave her, she had no obligation to stay. She had helped him as much as he would let her, why did she even care? She let out a long, frustrated breath as she debated what to do. She nearly protested, saying that she had more to offer to him, but he cut her off with another rude remark.<br/><br/>Instead of trying to justify her stay, she simply stood and walked away. She placed her number on the kitchen counter in case he were to need anything, or there was an emergency, though she had little hope he would truly use the number. Though, she did plan to stop by again tomorrow with some painkillers, he would certainly need those. She grabbed her bag, glancing back over her shoulder. He was slung across the couch, bottle in hand, making her shake her head. She left his apartment without so much as a goodbye, not in the particular mood to hear him bitch about her yet again.<br/><br/>Once outside she sighed heavily, walking down the street towards the bus stops. She sat down at the bench as she waited, glancing around. It had gotten rather cold, and there wasn't very many around. It was eerily silent. She couldn't help the slight sting of frustration at Ethan. She was just trying to help, why was he being such an ass?