<div style="text-align: justify;">Jessica nodded obediently when Carl said he thought she should be checked out. It was a fact she had tried to avoid, but it hadn't been possible. She was still bleeding a little, and her wound would probably need to be cleaned and stitched. So, yes, a trip to the hospital was in order. Walking through the door, Jessica looked over her shoulder while Carl locked it and waited for him to move. She walked close behind him while they went down the stairs, one hand hovering over his shoulder just in case. <br/><br/>When they finally reached the bottom - it seemed to take longer than it did for Jessica -, the woman tried to turn towards the back. She allowed Carl to persuade her to take the front door, though, not really willing to put up a fight. She just wanted to stop thinking for a moment and let someone else take care of everything, if she were to be honest with herself.<br/><br/>So, when the man opened the passenger door, she entered the car without arguing, nodding when he told her to sit tight. Resting her head at the seat, she just waited, trying not to worry too much. Of course, that was a lost battle, but she still had to try it. So, she kept watching the nearly nonexistent movement of people up and down the street. It wasn't much, but it was something to keep her distracted.<br/><br/>When Carl returned, Jessica felt an immense relief in seeing the man. She watched as he moved to get he car going. The man's question made her blink a few times. "Oh, no", she murmured. "Is it gone?". She seemed worried and a little upset, but nothing that could indicate there was something to it. "Yes, I do carry a small hand bag, it's dark brown. It was a present by my husband, and all of my papers were in it". She sighed and shook her head. "Well, just a small problem compared to all of this, I believe".</div>