Run-away

The Hospital

The next day, I was in the W.C.H specialist hospital. The mysterious boy did not carry any I.D. The doctor confirmed my suspicion that it was a knife wound. The hospital room was painted cream. He was lying on a bed on one side of the room with a drip pumping blood into him. He had lost a lot.

This boy seemed like trouble, he could have been a victim of a knife fight. But the wound proved otherwise, whoever who stabbed him, attacked him from behind. I wondered why someone would want him dead. But I did not have time to think, I was tired. I let out a yawn I hadn't slept much. I sank deeper into the small one-seater couch I was sitting on my eyes half closed. I heard a small grunt. I sat up straighter and looked in the direction of the mysterious boy. He was stirring. I jerk up all traces of sleep vanished from my system.

"Where am I?" He asks his voice sounds groggy but it isn't hard to tell that he has a deep voice. He sits up, wincing at the pain emanating from his wound. "Who are you?"

"My name is Raine, but people call me Ray and you are at the hospital," I stand up and move toward his bed.

"Someone tried to kill you. Can you identify anyone?" I say pointing to his bandaged midsection. As I get nearer I notice features about him. I didn't see in the night. Inky black tousled hair and mesmerizing gray eyes. Before he can answer my question. Someone opens the door. I turn my head in that direction.

"Knock, knock," an elderly man with gray hair says. He is wearing a lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He speaks with a slight Hungarian accent.

"I came to give the patient this drugs."

"Thank you Dr. Ender." I say to him.

"No trouble," he replies. He turns to the boy. "What is your name?"

"James Mccarty." The boy replies.

"Mr. Mccarty, I will need the number of your next of kin." Dr. Ender asks

"I'm an orphan," He says. I gasp inwardly at this. Because I know how it feels to lose a parent. "I live on my own. How soon can I be released?"

"It depends on your level of recovery, now rest you almost died thank this young lady or who knows where you would have been. I will see you later Mr. Mccarty." Dr Ender exits the room.

As soon as Dr. Ender leaves I turn to James. "I need to go take a shower and change. Best of luck to you Mr. Mccarty." I give him a salute as I back out of the room.

"Thank you Raine." He replies.

"You're welcome." I walk out of the hospital and toward my rented car. I drive to my new apartment building where the one-bedroom that my dad bought for me when I applied to Yale is. I take a slow bath digesting the craziness of the last twenty-four hours. I ran away from home and saved a boy from certain death. How erratic is my life? I pick up my phone which is on the bathtub counter next to me. I have like thirty missed calls and ten voicemails from my mom. I drop the phone I feel a twinge of guilt for leaving my mom. She doesn't deserve the grief I'm giving her.

I finish my bath soon and put on a lacy top mesh babydoll tank and a pair of high waisted shorts from my box. I decide I'll unpack when I come back from wherever I am going. I enter the rented car~ that I plan to return in a few days~and drive toward a restaurant I saw earlier. I am almost at my destination when I see a strange sight. Someone in hospital robes limping slightly moving towards an alley. I stop to take a better look. But I hear a horn behind me and some colorful language and I start to move.

At the restaurant, I realize I have no money on me. I go out to find a nearby Automated Teller Machine. I hear a noise from an alley. I walk towards the direction of the noise. I see the strange person from the payphone. "Hello?" The person turns but, as soon this mysterious person sees my face he begins to run as if he has seen ghost and I know why. It was James Mccarty.