Madison~ I need a new name                   With Evie gone Madison didn't feel nearly half as confident as she had just moments before. Feeling the hard steel beneath her she clinged to Moussad as a child would and let go, her hands folding over the lump of her skirt with the goods. It was amusing to see the doctor sweat over the simplest of things but calmed as he spoke to her. "There's nothing wrong, honest. Nothing but some scrapes and bruises, see?" Madi held out her arms and legs, the only real concern being her swollen ankle which she could tend to on her own with the skirt that was now in shreds. Glancing at Moussad she bit her lip, "I'm not broke."