Hey, Steele. I don't blame you for leaving me behind. We don't get along very well most of the time, and I'm pretty sure you'd just as soon make out with the Boss as you would give me a single, lonely ounce of respect. You have your reasons, and I'm at peace with that.
What I'd REALLY like to know is how you figured Amanda would fit into your whole "I'm leaving this house for my own safety" routine. She's sitting in her room, completely unable to walk, and all she really wants right now is some company.
And you leave her. Looking out for yourself, and yourself alone. What about Amanda? She's been there for you at every opportunity, a faithful friend for several years, and you decide to up and leave when she needs your love and support the most. You leave her in a situation that you deem dangerous, even though she's bedridden and needs to be heavily drugged just so she won't scream and cry in agony.
Fuck, I hope you're reading this so you can realize just how much of a dick you're being. Because I have, and so has she.