Woke up this morning after a late night, and my sister comes in my room not long after I start to try and actually wake up and be ready for the day. She just wanted to get her laptop out of my room and then she told me that one of our rescues' water is too cold, which I admit it was, but he was also in need of a water change in only a little bit. I planned on doing the change after I was awake and ready and to have some warm water.
What she got all upset about was that it wasn't done right then, that I needed a cup for him but wouldn't barge into her room to get one, and that I didn't want to keep using the water from my in-use 10 gallon because it was in use and, hence, not clean, sparkly fresh water (There's 2 bettas in there right now and the water was changed a few days ago. There's a little bit of unavoidable ammonia build up and general fish nastiness in there that wouldn't be suitable to trying to heal a betta in horrible condition) and also because the water level was dropping.
I told her "I can't keep using Ratchet's water to fill up that one's tank. The water level is already pretty low." She then proceeded to rant about how I needed to float him and that I'm too stupid to just add more water to the 10 gallon and that the filter current is too strong for her fish after she made the decision to put him in there.
A few minutes of tense arguing later, she takes the fish to her room presumably to "save" him and says that she'll tell my cousin, whom we bought the fish for, that I have no interest in trying to help him. Because, you know, I totally said that I didn't want to help, haven't helped out tremendously with her fish, and didn't take on the new sickly betta that she bought without having ready room for him other than a quarter gallon hospital tank. I totally don't want to save him if you can't tell.