Max's POV:
"Ella! Ella, what happened?"
A pale faced woman ran from the wooden door and helped me support the girl named Ella.
"Her arm. Her arm was shot." I said waiting to make a break for it.
"Were you hurt dear?" she asked me tenderly while examining her daughter's arm. She didn't bother to go inside except to get her medical bag which caused my arms to have goose bumps.
"I'm fine." I said as nicely as I could. "Look, I—" I started but she cut me off.
"Please do come inside. Ella is fine… Are you a friend of hers from school?" she asked me.
"I— yes I am." I said lying easily. "I really need to go though my uh, mom will be worried."
"Oh, I suppose so. Do you want a lift to your home?"
"No thank you."
I exited without another word. She was just acting too cool in this situation for my liking.
"Thank you!" I yelled behind me before I ran into the woods.
I ran for about a mile, not wanting to get too close to my previous acquaintances. Not.
Argh!
My head! And with that I collapsed.