Dustin looked at her and frowned. "No. I am not. I just happened to be looking that way." he says with a frown. "You aren't naturally wire thin. I can tell." He says seriously. "You have an issue if you are afraid to eat." he says bluntly. He blinked as she kept snapping at him for trying to help her. He ended up falling sideways off the bed and onto the floor. Wincing more because of the painful memories both her actions brought him. He sighs a bit and sits up. Not looking at her anymore. At the moment not caring that she fell to her knees. He got up and pushed the food her way again. Not saying anything to her. He wouldn't look at her. He couldn't. She would see how much pain she caused him then. He shakes his head. "No. No one else stopped. They weren't even looking your way. So much for your rich ass prick friends helping you. The one person who does help you gets bitchslapped for doing so." He walked past her and went to leave. She didn't need him or want his help so what was the point of even trying?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natasha had waited an extra ten minutes before heading back to her friends room. She gets there in time to see Dustin and Rosalie. Figuring the man had done something to her and not waiting to find out otherwise she yells at him. "Go the fuck away from her you perverted stupid ass monster!" she snapped. "Leave my friend alone you freak!" She clearly thought he had kept her from coming to meet with her.</span><br/><br/>Dustins form went rigid and painfilled. He backed up yet didn't comment upon anything. He flinched every time she called him a name. Walking out of the room as if a monster was chasing him. Slamming the door shut as he rushed elsewhere. No plan in mind of where he was going. He just wanted to get away. Those two women hated him and put him down for trying to help...why did everyone hate without knowing him? He just rushed out of the building and went to a hiding place. Staying there by the creek surrounded by trees....and cuts himself. "Pain for trying to help...I need something that makes logical sense..." he whispers. Letting the blood flow from his left arm into the creek nearby.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natasha looks at Rosalie. Checking her over for any injuries. "Are you alright? That fiend didn't hurt you did he?"</span>