This evening was peaceful. Your shift was finally over, and you were sitting in the bus, going home. A quiet, gloomy winter evening in which even your solitude seemed calming.

There wasn’t much people inside. Nobody talked, nobody made noise. You were staring outside the window, drawing small circles on the window covered in ice.

Suddenly, the bus stopped. A loud group of boys filled it, arguing, screaming and talking, so loudly as if they were alone in the whole bus.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?! Drive!”

A gang. You froze, looking around hesitantly. This was bad, your luck has turned away from you. Now these criminals would steal your money to pay, threatening to kill you if you refuse.

But, something seemed off. Not even trying to steal, all of the gang were looking outside - hoping they escaped. Perhaps there was a fight - judging by the way all of them looked, injured and tired.

“Ay.”

Someone calls out to you, causing you to flinch. A young man with a broken, bleeding nose was looking at you with his exhaustion dark eyes, breathing heavily.

“You’re….a doctor? Help already.”

He burred quietly, letting out a small groan while talking.