All We Can do is Run

Dan took moment to look Ross over, now that there was better light. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes, but he seemed so jumpy. Almost as if he had taken large amounts of caffeine. There was this odd smell in the room Dan couldn't place and he had the faintest taste of iron in his mouth. Dan closed the door behind the two of them. When he stepped back into where Ross was, he froze. What he saw knocked him out of his sleepy daze. Red splattered across his wet hoodie and shirt. That explains the iron, and Dan rubbed his eyes to make sure fatigue wasn't playing a trick on him.

"I may have just committed-" his voice sounded dry and scratchy like he was parched or something "committed murder."