banana fish ep 25+ :p

5. the escape

ASH
i was putting my clothes on, trousers, shoes, socks and belt. i lifted my black turtle neck over my head and fixed my hair after, the gaping hole was painfully obvious, as well as the blood stain running along the inseam of my trousers. i couldn't wear these clothes.
i had to steal one of the doctors uniforms. simple. but how? i couldn't kill them and i had nothing to threaten them with. suddenly the door opened, i lept into my bed and made a pathetic attempt to cover my tracks.
"i hope your not thinking of discharging yourself, your seriously injured and just underwent a massive surgery you need rest. not to mention the police officers outside!" dr mclennan said loudly
WHAT?! police officers! shit. i can't just walk out this will be difficult, if they catch me i'm screwed they can't just bail me out this time, there's irrefutable proof i killed lao! clothes dont matter now
"why are there police officers outside?" i asked bluntly
"someone was found dead on 42nd street....."
lao
".....and there trying to keep everyone safe, they think you were an attempted victim," he said excitedly
"anyway i came to ask if you remember anything from before you were stabbed?"
"do they know who i am?" i said
"what?..er i don't think so...... why?"
"just curious," i said suspiciously
" i'm guessing right now isn't the best time.... i'll come back later," he said he could tell i was about to lash out
he turned and exited the room, i am a deadman walking if those police officers find out who i am they will come in here and shoot me for sport. i ran to the window, not locked! good. there was a building opposite my window, it was a big jump i couldn't tell if it was possible. but i'd rather die trying!
i put my jacket on a stood on the window ledge and looked down, the people looked like ants, so small like i could squash them, i tried not to panic and took a deep breath i was putting my own life in my hands, my fate depended on my making this jump. in those split seconds i jumped, one leg outstretched i was flying. i was just praying to make it. i started going down. fast. to fast. i was trying to run in the air. i was acting of instinct. the i felt a concrete brick smash into my chest i latched onto the small ledge with my fingertips and my legs were scrambling around trying to find something to cling onto.
the pain in my chest was immense and my stitches had been ripped open i was bleeding. i flung myself up onto the roof of the building. i made it. i was breathing fast i could see my breath, misty and cold, my hands were red and raw they screamed for attention but i put the pain in the back of my head and i looked down, a few of my stitches had come loose i was bleeding but not as bad as i thought. i over exaggerated. i wasn't in safety just yet, i was injured that made me vulnerable. my enemies mite try to use this opportunity. i got up and headed to my hide out hoping no one would be there.