At this point, since she was probably supposed to work with him, he was thinking of leaving. He would rather try to get over the drug on his own, then to be around people like her. No, if I leave then she would win. But I don't want to put up with her. He thinks. And then he began to pace, thinking about what he should do. He always paced when he was debating with himself. On one hand, if he stayed then he could get clean and get the help he needed. On the other, he would be stuck here with her. He kept trying to list the pros and cons of staying and going. Like he would get his family back if he stayed and got clean, and if he left then he would lose them for sure. If he stayed then he would prove his family wrong and if he left he would just be proving his family right. And if he stayed he would actually accomplish something, ect. Then one of the workers saw him out there pacing, he looked like a crazy person. They ran and got the doctor, figuring that the withdrawals were making him crazy. When the doctor tried to touch him, he smacked their hand away. "The withdrawals aren't bothering me right now. I'm actually fine. I'm just pacing, thinking. Once I'm done, I'll go back to my room." He says. He noticed that the doctor was still standing there. He wished that he'd go away and leave him be. Now he simply ignored him, not caring any more that he was there and continued to pace. More thoughts about leaving and staying popped into his head as he continued to pace. As well as what his family last said to him. You're a worthless son. You are good for nothing, just a stupid drug addict that will never change. If you want to associate with us then stop doing drugs. You're wasting your life away. Think of your younger siblings, how do they see you? We're embarrassed to even be seen with you. And then he stops pacing. He had made up his mind... He was going to stay...