Madison had been lucky to have not been as injured as Evie. Luck had truly been on her side. "It's just a strain. I'm not really broken," she groaned passing through the door on the first level. "Couldn't you tell Snake Man to leave Evie with me while you get the doctor? She's already gotten sick once and I doubt he would want to get puked on." It was a small attempt but at the pace they were going and with the hold Raghead had on her there was little else she could do. "Please?" There was no way she could know what type of trouble they'd be in, but if they truly were in danger Vern and Moussad would protect them, right? Then there were the stolen goods that were tied up in on part of the skirt, jingling and clinking with every step she took. "I'm not beating anyone else up."