On a run

He had a bandage wrapped tightly around his waist, it was blood stained in front, where he had been shot. He seemed dazed. His eyes faintly opened and closed as I sat and watched him. I waited until he gained full consciousness to ask him my thoughts for the past hour. I opened my mouth to speak when he shot up and darted around the room digging through bags and boxes pulling gauze and medical tape from them and a few other things. Other than him I was the only other person in the room. I glared at him. 

“Excuse me!” I said sharply. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at me. 

“Yes?” He replied in a light quiet way. All the sudden my mind went blank, I was thoughtless. He continued rummaging through the medical supplies. He slipped a shirt on and stuffed the items he had collected in a bag and beelined the window. 

“Where are you going!?” I said sharply trying to wast his time. He stared at me for a brief second.

“Leaving,” he replied softly. His wide dark hazel eyes said it all too well. 

“Well that’s not the door.” I said pointing to the window. He rolled his eyes and slid out the window. We were to story’s up! I rushed to the window and stared down as I saw him walking down the lush hill and headed in the direction of the forest. I didn’t think before I did because I climbed down onto  the grass. Whatever he was up to it couldn’t be good, if you were dumb enough to get shot then jump out a window and run away; which meant he didn’t want fame. Then what did he want? And that’s what I was going to find out!