I know you're back in the building, and I know you're on the mend, and I know you have the riches assholes in the building watching you. At the hospital, I spoke. Vlad said
I know you're in good hands, and I know I'd only screw you up again if I hung around. I know it's partly my fault, you being such a damned wreck right now, and I don't know how the hell to fix it. It makes me screw things up worse, and I don't want you to
I left you the day you tried to off yourself, and I KNEW you were messed up. I knew how bad it'd gotten, and I ran like a pussy. I don't want to risk that happening again and
Anne is sick and maybe I won't mess up with her like I have with you.
You're an impossible bastard, but I love you. You let anything happen to you, and I'm going to come back down here and kick your ass.