Minho finally returned - hours later to find Thomas and Brenda handling the chips.

Sure they were using thick rubber gloves and everything but still.

Yeah they covered their arms, they reached up to their elbows. But STILL.

Thomas was almost killed and they had harmed Minho himself.

So obviously Minho didn't understand their logic.

He walked in farther but they didn't notice.

He cleared his throat but they barely glanced up.

He sighed and began talking.

"What are you doing?"

Brenda glanced up and glared at Minho.

"Well hey look who came back?" she said, attitude seeping into her voice and completely coating it.

"Yeah. I came back. What are you doing?" Minho asked again, trying to control himself.

"Well I'm surprised your here, considering you didn't care when I was in a coma thing." Thomas spoke up.

Minho clenched his fist, barely controlling the anger that was pumping through his veins.

Thomas kept going though, trying make Minho feel guilty yet all he was doing was making anger build up through his body.

"So do you not care or anything?"

Those words pushed him.

Minho exploded into a rage of yelling and screaming.

"DID I ASK FOR YOU SHUCK INPUT THOMAS? NO I DONT THINK I DID. YOU CAN SLIM IT AND SHUCK YOURSELF FOR ALL I CARE. I MEAN YOU THINK I DONT CARE? I GUESS I SHOULDNT THEN. SEE YOU SHANK. HOPE YOU HAVE FUN NO WAIT I DONT CARE WHAT YOU DO!"

Minho turned and ran out.

He didn't come back.

1 hour later , he was still gone

2 hours later, he was still gone

3 hours later, still gone.