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‘Unless you want me to drive.’

Carmen gave him a hard look, one that didn't quite fit her delicate features. “No freaking way.” she responded, carefully snatching the keys from him and dangling them in front of him now.

Carmen helped him up and to the car, using the crowd of rioters as some sort of protective wall and distraction. They were moving slow, so slow that Carmen couldn't help herself but keep glancing back over her shoulder, nervous to see those soldiers. As they made their way towards the car she tried to stick close to the few buildings they had to pass so Az would have something to lean and support himself on other than

Carmen who was going to be more than just sore the next day. Nevertheless, it was nothing compared to his injuries. She knew he was going to be in pain for more than just a day and she already made a mental list of medication to give him, to ease the pain. Gunshot wounds were nasty, especially if the bullet decides to change direction inside the body. Either way, those hurt like a bitch.

The car was parked not too far away from the City Hall, but still so far that it was hidden out of plain sight and no one would be suspicious of it if anything would have gone wrong… even more than already did. With the blinking of the lights the car announced it's unlocked and Carmen opened the passenger side door, helping Az to ease into the seat as carefully as she could before she jogged around to the driver’s side and slipped inside herself. Within seconds she started the car, hit the gas pedal and, even though the first move was very jerky, it started moving down the street.

She winced at her bumpy start, immediately glancing over to Az as if she felt the pain with him. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. You good? Don’t fall asleep. Stay with me okay.” she told him, worry in her voice. She was stepping on the gas and driving down the empty lane like crazy, eyes watchful for patrol cars. But she figured they had bigger problems than someone speeding.

And even though the police and military were busy elsewhere there were still rioters to deal with. There was a group blocking the middle of the street. Carmen slammed her hand on the horn to let them know they got to move. She narrowed her eyes at them the closer she got… they didn't want to move. A series of spanish curses left her lips before she was forced to make a sharp right turn.