Anthony was absolutely pissed now. He considered just waiting and trying to calm down and then talk to Elijah again. But then he considered just leaving this fucking place and that asshole behind and going back home, and he decided he liked that idea much more. He took the medicine from the table and put it in his pocket (just in case) and stood up, holding onto whatever he saw first in order to keep his balance. After a few moments, he managed to be pretty steady on his feet, and he made an immediate beeline for the door. "Fuck you!" was all he said before he left and just slammed the door shut. Maybe his good judgement was clouded by emotion. Maybe he was definitely going to regret this. Whatever. It felt like an amazing idea at the time.