Great, now I was going to need to patch up my arm. I hop into the nearest car and look the driver in the eyes. "Psychopath out there nailed me in the arm! You got a blanket or something in here?" I ask, trying to look panicked as I glance out the window. "Sucker could be anywhere." I mutter. "Yeah, my kids keep it under the seat if they get cold, but they might not need it in this weather, so if you want tear a bit off." the driver says to me, trying to keep calm. I do as he says and wrap up my wounds. "Going to have to get that looked at later, just see if you can get us out of here, I'll hop out once we get some distance from this area, I'd really not rather walk with him out there, if you know what I mean." "Sure, sure." the man says, glancing at my injury. "Thank the Lord there are some nice people in this city." I say to him, still glancing out the window. "Yeah, I'd hate to leave you out there to die knowing I could have prevented it." he responds. Once the traffic gets moving, he tries to keep from making eye contact for some reason.
