Rose's head hung over weakly, hands on her knees as she sat in one of the once beautiful arm chairs in the apartment. Blood was dripping onto the wooden floors, and when she coughed the puddle grew bigger. Looking up slowly she made eye contact with James as he laughed. "That one was pretty hard, wasn't it?" He asked, leaning against the wall leisurely. "Next time, you fucking call me to pick you up. I don't want you talking to anyone else. And if I here the name Ethan one more time..."