Jehan lifted his injured leg and pulled it through the window and setting in carefully on the ground, standing up straight and fixing his clothes. He took off as quickly as he could in any direction, not exactly caring where he ended up as long as he could phone a taxi from there. Hobbling slightly, he put as much distance between himself and the hospital as he could before Ethan and the doctor could return to the room. He had listened to about the first three seconds of their conversation before finishing getting dressed and leaving. He wasn’t spending another second in that hell.
Ethan walked into the hospital room and closed the door. “Okay Jehan-" He stopped talking when he realized something. Jehan wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the bed or against the wall or anywhere. He couldn’t have gotten out of the room, the doctor and Ethan had been standing right by the door. And then he noticed the open window. Ethan ran to the window and feverishly ran a hand through his hair. “Well shit."
Jehan hailed a taxi and climbed in. After a few moments of indecision, he told him Ethan’s address, not quite finished with him just yet. He glares out the window, ignoring all of the cabbie’s attempts to talk to him.
Ethan stormed out of the hospital room, ignoring all the words thrown at him from the doctor. When he finally walked out of the hospital, he started down the street. He wasn't getting a taxi, he'd probably punch the driver in the face. And considering his apartment was kind of close, he would just walk. When he got to his apartment, he shoved the door open.
