Wilson drove through the window smashing, he'd gotten this far without so much as a scratch – he wasn't planning on getting shot now that they were this close to escaping. It was only the rear window after all he thought, "Are you two ok in the back…Cuddy?"

No answer. Wilson didn't dare turn around; last thing he needed now was to crash down the narrow road they were hurtling down. He also spied a set of headlights following them down the lane; 'shit' it had to be Barker.

"I…I think I got hit." Cuddy yelled weakly to Wilson

"What?" Wilson shrieked

"My shoulder, when the window was smashed…I can feel something in my shoulder… can't get to it, its bleeding though."

"Well are you ok?" he asked, feebly, feeling helpless but not wanting to risk slowing down or stopping the car.

"Just keep going – get us out of here quick" she shouted back.

Cuddy put her hand on her shoulder, letting go of House for the time being, to try and get some pressure on the bleed. She cursed as she was unable to reach properly, she also had nothing to stop the bleeding with, her jacket had been tossed to the floor when House had clubbed the gunman. She ripped off part of her skirt, wishing that she had worn something thicker, damn fashion trends – when would she learn. She made a mental note, next time she plans on getting kidnapped and shot, she'd defiantly be wearing sensible clothing – perhaps a Kevlar jumpsuit!

She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder; House had taken off part of Wilson's dressing to his leg and was holding it tightly on her wound. She watched him wince as they bumped over yet another pothole down the beaten track, he was not able to steady himself on the back of the seat with only one good arm and clearly the jolting motions were torture for him.

"House, you don't have to-" she started,

"Shut up" he mouthed, unable to speak. He felt dizzy and welcomed the opportunity to have something to do in their escape, even if it was only to stop Cuddy bleeding all over the place and getting frantic. Something to focus on was a good thing in his opinion, when the hell would they get to help, 'Wilson always did drive like a granny' he thought.

The car hurtled on to a larger road, Wilson could see lights in the distance, a town, he hoped. "I think we're getting close" he shouted as he searched the wing mirrors for a sign of the vehicle that had been following them in the distance, he could no longer see the headlights but he wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not…