I just had acl surgery and they finally let me out of my room. It’s not like it really matters though, I have to use a wheelchair for like three more weeks. The good thing was I was out of my room and I could finally find someone to talk to. I went to the waiting room and I met some really interesting people. Everyone had a story to tell, but I wasn’t expecting one of the stories. Jude had just left when I heard a voice say, “There coming for you.” I looked around, and didn’t see anyone, then I heard them say, “You better run.” I started to get concerned when I saw a tall muscular guy sitting across the room from me. I asked, “Are you talking to me?” He said, “Luke you know what you did, you need to run there after you. You can go to Dallas work underground get paid under the table, Tyler lives out there I’m sure he will help you. Now go before they find you. Hit the dirt!” And he woke up screaming in pain. I said, “Hey it’s ok it’s just a dream. Don’t worry about it.” He asked, “But was it just a dream?” Then I realized that he was handcuffed to the chair he was sitting in. I asked, “What happened?” He didn’t respond. I looked and said, “Those scares must hurt…” he had a scare that ran from his bicep up his arm across his shoulder and up his neck, “…usually scares hurt real bad. Some run deeper though. Your scares aren’t just on the outside, who else got hurt?” He said, “Just me.” I had a weird feeling about the conversation, but then someone came and took him away they said, “You probably don’t want to talk to him, you might get a bullet too.” I didn’t say anything, but I let the words he said while he was asleep dig deep in my mind. I went back to my room and turned on the tv when I saw a breaking news alert, a guy accused of murder was on the loose they say he killed a man and ran, he went to his brother for help but his brother wouldn’t help him. He is considered armed and dangerous, cops have already attempted to capture him once but they caught he brother instead. His brother had a gunshot wound and they think he is too. Then I remembered, “Luke you know what you did, you need to run there after you. You can go to Dallas work underground get paid under the table, Tyler lives out there I’m sure he will help you. Now go before they find you. Hit the dirt!” They guy told me everything. Who he was, who his brother was, that he did something like killing a man, he said where was going, he said who he would be with, and then he was getting shot at, when his brother got away. I started to think what do I need to do? What if he found out I know? What would he do to me? What if the cops protected me? What if I let him stay on the run? What if I turned him in? What if? That was all I could think of what if? Then all of the sudden I heard a knock at the door, I looked through the peep hole and it was him, the guy form the wait room. The good news is I’m not asking what if this time, I’m too busy asking do I let him in?