mafia [j.jk]

two

getting to my night shift at 12 am midnight everyday is always a challenge for me, but what can you do?
the bus i was sitting in got closer and closer to my destination.
soon enough, it stopped moving, and i quickly grabbed my bag and exited the bus, giving the driver a small bow in recognition.

i stepped outside to the bus stop i just stopped at.
i felt my heart jump to my throat in an instant.
the guy from yesterday. the one with a black hoodie. he was stretched out across the bench in the bus stop. a first aid kit was open on the floor, all of its contents almost completely emptied. multiple cuts and wounds grazed his arms, legs and face, although he didn't look bothered about any of them.

i rushed to his side. he definitely noticed my presence, but didn't comment on it.
"are you okay? what happened?" i said, worry laced onto my voice. he looked physically hurt so badly.
it's as if the second i got there, he sped up his work immediately.
"hey, talk to me. is there anything i can do to help?"
he shook me off. again. he isn't even looking me in the eye.

in a split second, he abruptly stood up, but seemed to regret the sudden movement due to the slight expression of pain that coated his face.
he grabbed the first aid kit off the floor and tossed it into a nearby trash can. he then started walking away.
i reached out to his arm. he stopped moving.

"wait-"
i couldn't finish my sentence, as he violently shook the grip of my hand off his arm.
it looks could kill, i would be six feet under from the glare he's sending me right now.
he then began speeding down the street in his best attempt to get away from me.
i stood there, confused out of my mind.
why did he refuse my help? his injuries look like they need hospital assistance. why is he healing himself at this bus stop, and not at home or something?
and where is he running off to anyways?

i rejected anymore questions my mind is coming up with.
right. i have a night shift to attend.