Run Away [luwoo]

Four

Lucas contemplated with himself on what to do with this situation. He could just hand the man to the police but a part of him told other wise. He paused for a second, then he dropped the bag after convincing himself that the well being of a patient was his priority. He'll deal with it once he woke up.

The man had bruises, a gash on his right arm, blue-ish ankle and something that looks like a mark from some kind of injection. Lucas rushed to his home office and brought back his medical kit and a small oxygen tank. He put the hose to his nose then proceed with treating his damaged body parts. He stitched up his cuts, bandaged his ankle and even changed his blood-covered attire to his shirt.

As he done with his work, he sat at the edge of the bed, looking around the room. Look what you got yourself into, Lucas. He sighed tiredly.

He finally stared down to the man's face, he was too focused on treating his injuries that he only had a chance to admire him now. His skin was fair, he had a pointy nose and a small lips that parted a bit as he sleeps. Lucas found himself reaching out to him, about to caress his cheek but he stopped midway. Feeling stupid all of a sudden for being too mesmerized. He abruptly stood up and left the room, he chose to sleep by the couch in the living room. It was way past midnight, he laid himself down and stared up the ceiling waiting for sleep to overpower him.