Elizabeth saw that he had raised his hand to hit her and frowned. She curled up under the blankets. She slowly came out of the sheets again when he walked in. She just nodded at him and watched his hands carefully. If he hit her, she would leave. She had enough of that with her recent ex. She would not be stuck living with someone like that again. She smiled softly and took the bottle. She opened it slowly, always glancing his way a little before she took them. She set the bottle on the nightstand and just laid back down, pulling the sheets and blanket over her head and body, not saying a single word to him. She was upset with him because not only was he going to hit her, but he wouldn't talk to her about what set his anger off. She sighed and just stayed like that, knowing it would irritate him with her not speaking to him. At that moment though, she didn't care what he thought or how he felt. She had tried to show him that she cared for his safety and his only reaction was to send her away and try to hit her.