Why I Ran


I stared at him, a little afraid to tell the truth.
"Well... I saw you there covered in stitches, and it hurt me to see you like that, all dinged and stitchy. I guess, really, that I ran because I saw a good guy hurt." I honestly felt like feinting. I looked all over him, following the stitches with my eyes. I hurt me badly to see him hurt like that. I mean, he is a really good, kind guy.
"I understand." He smiled.
"Well, its getting dark out, my home is miles away, there are killers all over this town, I guess I'll be going home now." I said in a sigh, kind of bummed.