The John Doe watched the cop who was supposed to be keeping an eye on him. If he was careful then he could escape without anyone knowing.
Slowly he drew the covers from on top of him to the side and shuffled to the bathroom. He tried to keep himself from being too obvious as he closed the door and turned on the water to the shower.
After checking for something to use, he finally decided to go with his IV drip line. Pulling the needle out of his arm, he took the needle off and dropped it into the sink. Wrapping the line around his hands a couple of times he took a deep breath.
"Hey, can you help me. I can't seem to get up and the waters leaking on the floor." He called outside of the bathroom.
He heard footsteps heading his way and he looped the cord around the officer's throat as soon as he was in the small room. The man thrashed and elbowed John in the stomach, but he didn't let go until the man lost consciousness.
John Doe immediately started to remove the man's clothes and put them on.
He didn't know exactly what he was doing but he knew he wasn't safe with these men. Men he didn't know and most certainly didn't trust. The detective seemed on the fence whether or not to trust if he had lost his memory or not. The fastest way to find out his identity was to find out for himself.
After the clothes were on, he stuck his head out to make sure the officer outside hadn't heard anything and was still not watching. Creeping to his window, he opened it and climbed out onto the windowsill. Using the belt, he wrapped it over a wire that was connected to a building next door. Testing it to make sure it could hold his weight, he leaped and glided to the rooftop.
Landing with a grunt, he rolled a couple times before coming to a stop.
John gave a huge grin before taking off.
Reaching the street level, he kept a casual pace, looking for something in particular. It took walking down a while block before he found a car with the doors unlocked. Sliding into the driver's seat, he hotwired it and pulled the car into the traffic.
There wasn't a specific place for him to actually head to which created a problem. He needed a place to lay low until he can build himself up again. He knew a few things about himself. That he was cautious and didn't trust people. He was used to escaping from the police it seemed and had a variety of skills.
It called into a question what he did. Was he a criminal? A secret agent? That would be interesting.
First he needed money and a phone.
The detective had his wallet probably as evidence so he wouldn't be getting that back any time soon. He needed to improvise.
After driving to a place outside of the major city and away the hospital, he stopped to change cars and find money.
There were tables set up outside a little café and a few of them were occupied. Careful not to be obvious, he pulled a few dollar bills off the table that made up the waiter's tip.
He mentally apologized and kept moving. John had since removed the police badges and medals off of him and left them in the car. The occasional bump into people and he had gotten several wallets and roughly a hundred dollars.
John smiled and ran his hand through his hair to fix it while he looked into the reflection of the window.