Ethan waved back a few steps before falling to his knees. He took his hand up to his shoulder feeling the wetness that was seeping through his before blue, now some kind of red-ish spotted shirt. He looks around, dazed from the blows he has taken. Nathan is running towards him. He being less bloody, but blue from a punch he has taken to the cheek and his clothes being pretty torn up. He takes Ethan's arm and pulls him on his feet again, though causing a nauseating pain to spread throughout his body, originating from the shoulder.

“The others are already gone, let's get going!”

….............

I surface towards consciousness, again able to sense the world around me. Not another person nor a thing, but really; me. Though the sight of Ethan and Nathan escaping gave me, a little, but still quite a pleasant feeling of comfort. iÍt still hurts somehow. Maybe it's the angle I twisted, but it feels like a much deeper wound somewhere around my chest.

“May, we are here. Hop on out, I'll go with you. We can't be dragging Hazel in and out, so you stay here, Mauve.”

“..mm..”

That’s all Mauve was able to mumble.
Mauve sat there with his sister. All white in the face from worry, while her face white from the loss of blood that has made most of the metal flooring in the back of the truck faintly red, dripping down drop by drop

“Come on, there isn't time for standing around thinking about stuff. I know a place we can go to, Ethan knows it too.”

We move up and into my apartment. Normally I’d taken the elevator up but it just felt wrong to do such a normal thing right now. Kinda weird that I won’t be coming back here for some time, if not never again in case we get caught and/or killed. That thought sends a chill down my spine. Makes sense after, you know, death. Not really much that could be as permanent as that.

“Firstly, first aid. We need something for Hazel.”

I snap back and begin packing the stuff needed into a random sports-bag I had laying around that felt nicely big but not too much, as in still able to run with it on. Clothes, whatever snacks I had and personal stuff of course. This one picture I still got of my supposed parents. Not really met them before. I kinda just where there suddenly. Raised for a bit on an orphanage, before being adopted. Lived with the new family for some years. As soon as I could live on my own I moved out. Of course, packing the photo with my adoption family too. Liz had packed all the more important things. 

“Bring a change of clothes for Hazel too.”

"Ah, yes.."
Yeah, would be a good idea. She *is* covered in blood right now after all.
I wonder…. I switch on the television and turn it to the news channel

“--olice are utterly confused by the scenes. As you can see here on the live footage, it seems a car has somehow been launched through this café, that luckily was closed today. With video evidence, the police is currently having wanted posters made. The culprits are a group of 6, around the age of late teenager to young adult. Three of them male and the other three female.”
I switch it off again. Great. All the blame on us specifically. 

“Are you done? If so, let’s get going”

I lock the door. 

“I’ll… patch Hazel up” I say, beginning to crawl up the back of the truck.