Jennifer went into the restroom facilities wishing she had a body condom. After she shrouded the toilet with toilet paper, she was satisfied that the bacteria wouldn't devour her. Washing her hands, she noticed the soap, hot water and abundant paper towels. She gathered supplies to help Max clean up.<br/><br/>Max was lounging by the Mustang, a little pale but casual.<br/><br/>"Let's go,"Jennifer said, hopping in . Brody was already waiting in the back seat.<br/><br/>They traveled on down the highway, West, until they came to a deserted rest stop. The plastic bags in the trash barrels were floating in the tearing wind like ghosts tethered to the earth. Max stepped out and shrugged out of his shirt.<br/><br/>"Looks like the bullet went through," Jennifer said, critically examining the wound. She cleaned it and then dumped great quantities of rubbing alcohol into it. Max gritted his teeth but didn't utter a sound. Jenn was trying to figure out how to secure the padding of paper towels when Max produced an Ace bandage.<br/><br/>He smiled.<br/>"they had an odd assortment of items in the store. I picked these up but left the purchase price on the counter. The man has no clue what I picked up and I didn't steal it."<br/><br/>Jenn just nodded and finished bandaging him. She was silent through the process but watched his face closely for any clues that he represented danger to her.