She continued to lay there, every now and then a soft sound was emitted when her right arm was moved. At least something was being done. She smiled a bit and held her right elbow. Arthur always came through. The only thing that sucked aside from the wound as the fact that she didn't have her stuff, meaning she was stuck wearing her bloodied dress.

After they started moving again, she still laid there. Getting up would hurt. She mulled over the conversation and picked up her head. "So we're okay now? We can trust her?" She asked. "What are we going to do with the taxi. I may not know Argentine law, but we just stole a taxi."

Which definitely meant they couldn't go to a hospital now. Not with three gunman and potentially the police looking for them. And who knows who else.