Neal doesn't bother going after the guy who's already half-way out the door. He couldn't care less right now about catching him. What he cares about is getting to Malcolm and making sure he's okay.

Neal checks the other man over almost neurotically as he helps Malcolm to his feet, oblivious to his own bruises and the fact that his lip is split and there's blood at the corner of his mouth. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"