I sighed, I didn't want to answer her question, mostly because all of my predictions were terrifying. "I honestly don't know for sure." I replied, "But none of it can be good for you." I parked in front of a pharmacy. "I need to get more bandages, and probably more rubbing alcohol." I shut of the car, "Can I trust you to stay here alone? Without running away?" I figured she had the option of running no matter what she said, "If you do, they may try to blame me, and I'll be murdered."