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Marv didn't know how long he had been in and out of consciousness. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found himself lying in the backseat of the car. The car wasn't moving, who knows how long it had been, and his arm was numb. He tried to find his strength to rise into a sitting position until a hand was gently placed upon his chest. He looked down at the hand and then to the person it belonged to.
"Lie down Marv," came Amy's gentle voice. She had a hold of his arm and had placed as much pressure as she could to stop the bleeding. Her hands were covered in his blood and he winced at the sight of it. Amy tore off a piece of garment of her coat and wrapped it around Marv's arm as tightly as she could. "There," she sighed and leaned against the seat of the car, "that should stop the bleeding until we get you to a hospital." She kept herself quiet for a beat as Marv adjusted himself in his seat. "What happened in there, Marv?" she suddenly asked him.
Everything happened so fast that not even Marv could recount the events of how it happened. Harry had carefully calculated the whole situation on how it was supposed to happen only for it to blow up in their faces. In contrast to how Marv had done, Harry had kept himself level headed through the whole situation and they had managed to get out. The only problem was how long would they be able to get away from the law without being caught. He then looked over at Amy, who was expecting an answer from him, and he hadn't realized how quiet he had been. "We used a prisoner as a scapegoat to get out of prison," Marv explained to her, "I can't remember what happened but I did hear a gun go off."
Amy placed a hand over her mouth when Marv told her. So that was one of the reasons Harry needed a weapon in there and she had been an accessory to it. "And the prisoner is..." she swallowed before continuing her sentence, "dead?"
He couldn't remember. If the prisoner was dead and they were out of prison, there was no reason to worry about it now. If he wasn't, then he and Harry would probably be dead. "I don't know, Amy," Marv said to her, "everything happened so fast I thought I was the one that was going to be dead."
No matter how terrible Amy felt that Marv and Harry had been in this situation, she couldn't forgive them for the thievery that they had done and the months of torture that she had to endure under the watchful eye of Robert and Ray. Speaking of, she wondered where these two men were now. Probably still on the lookout for them and if that was the case, Amy didn't want to be apart of it anymore.
"Where's Harry?" Marv asked, breaking Amy out of her thoughts.
"He went to the convenience store," Amy replied to him, "better in a police outfit than a prisoner's outfit." A part of Amy had been intrigued to slide back to the driver's seat, press of the gas pedal, and speed away as quickly as she could without either of them in her life. However, a part of her felt scared and she couldn't bring herself to do it. Scared that it would be seen as a betrayal and knowing how angry Harry got, she didn't want to put herself through that. Harry had never laid a hand on her but after what he had been through and the amount of anger he had through those month, Amy did not want to risk it.
"Yeah," Marv agreed with her and winced at the pain that shot through his arm, "did he say where we're gonna go?"
"Well we're certainly not going to stay in Chicago, that's for sure," Amy replied. Even though Harry hadn't spoken his thoughts about this, staying in Chicago made them an easy target and if they were caught, it wasn't just Harry and Marv that would go to prison but she would go there too. Not to mention that Robert and Ray would be expecting them there. She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. Where would they go? That was the question.
She straightened her head when she saw Harry walking out of the convenience store. She got out of the car and approached him. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw her coming out from the backseat. "What were you doing back there?" he asked her and looked at her blooded hands.
At first, Amy would have been taken aback by his question but she was just too tired with deal with Harry's paranoia. "Nothing happened Harry," Amy said as she plucked out the items that he held in his arms, "he was bleeding and I stopped it. At least you got a wipes for this." She tore open the package and wiped her hands as clean as she could with a moist wipe.
When she was done, she faced Harry once more. "Now what?" she asked him.
"What?" he asked her.
"Don't 'what' me," she said, "now that we're stuck in your mess where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? The cops are probably after us."
"The only way to get out of this mess is to keep ourselves calm," Harry said to her, "and this," he raised his voice and motioned to Amy with his hand, "is not helping! If you want for us to get out of this situation then shut up and let me think!"
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Amy snapped back at him, "you have no idea what I have put up with for months in that apartment. I feared for my life each day and yours when you were in that prison! You know how many days I went without eating because of you? And you have the audacity to tell me to-"
He had taken a tight hold of her arms and gave her an abrupt shake. Looking at her right in the eyes, an intimidating look that Amy had never seen before, he closed her mouth by simply saying, "get in the car."
Amy freed herself from his grasp and pushed him away. "Don't you dare give me commands!" she snapped at him, "I don't have to listen to you, not anymore!"
"Where are you gonna go Amy?" Harry asked her, "without a car? Without any direction? Tell me. Where are you gonna go?" When she didn't answer him, Harry knew that he had trapped her. "It's like you said: 'the cops are probably after us.' What are you gonna do if they catch you? You've become an accessory to our escape. You think I'm gonna let you rat us out if you get caught."
Amy didn't utter a single word. He was right. She had become an accessory to their prison break and she was just as guilty as they were. Before she knew it, Harry grabbed a hold of her arms once more and pushed her towards the car. "I ain't gonna let that happen. I know you too well that you crack under pressure, especially when it's authority."
A scoff escaped her lips when he said that. "I kept myself well under pressure when your 'friends' kept me hostage for months."
"They weren't the police, honey," Harry said to her and pulled open the car door for her, "now get in."
Amy sent him a glare. She hated having to be obedient but Harry was right about what he had said and as for Amy, she didn't want to go to prison.
