Well, the blood still on his shirt probably didn't help. But then he walked over to Rosen to get him up.

Rosen was still cussing, tear stains covering his cheeks. He glared at Long a little, not looking like he wanted to walk right now.

Long watched him for a short moment before walking off to the back before coming back with an IV so Rosen wouldn't have to go off the drugs.

Rosen had flipped over onto his side, back to Long.

So Long flipped him back over.

Rosen resumed him glare.

Long picked Rosen up and put him in the wheel chair before transferring over his drugs and increasing the dose slightly.

Rosen didn't say a word but he looked pretty angry.

The girl was watching the whole thing with wide eyes.

Long didn't appear afraid of Rosen as he pushed him out.

As they left the room Rosen finally asked in a husky voice, "What are you doing?"

"... I have to take you with me when I leave," Long replied in reference to what the doctor had said.

Rosen slowly turned around and glared at Long again, "He's not going to know," he spat.

"You want me to put you back so that woman can poke at you?" Long asked, not looking at Rosen.

Rosen opened his mouth to reply but then closed it and looked forward with a pout.

So Long pushed Rosen along until they were outside like the doctor had ordered.

"So what, we're just going to sit out here and roast?" Rosen griped.