Ignacio darted after her like a bullet. She wasn't about to get away from him that easily. "Martha!" He called after her. She somehow was able to make it out of the door and across the lawn, but Ignacio was persisted as well as fast. "Martha. stop!"

When he saw Martha try to pull out, Ignacio picked up speed. She wasn't healthy enough to drive let alone do what she was doing. Iggy gasped when he realized that she was headed for the woods and immediately activated his Tollan form. His skin turned black, his eyes glowed orange and multicolored light surrounded him. Doubling his speed and strength, he grabbed the front end of his car and tried to stop it.

"You're going to run into a tree!"

No sooner had he said the words then he'd hear the crunch. She'd already blacked out. The car ended up partly up the tree, and her head came to rest, not so gently, upon her windshield, not hard enough to go through but hard enough to crack the glass. Her foot was off the gas by that point, the car stalled, the wheels spun from the remainder of the kinetic energy. The car wasn't totaled, on one hand, but on the other, her bumper was not looking so great. Neither... he would probably see pretty fast, was she.

Ignacio quickly put the front of the car down and ran to the driver's side of it. She couldn't be dead could she? Ignacio hoped not. He opened the door feeling drained after going into his Tollan form while the sun was down. "Martha?!" He called, trying to shake her by her shoulders. "Martha, wake up!" He lightly slapped the side of her face. "See, this is why you needed to stay the night, Señorita." He sighed and tried to remove her from the vehicle. Once he was able to get her out, he carried her bridal style toward the Mansion's front door. Looks like she was staying the night after all.

She wasn't dead, and the worst she got were a bunch of bruises and a goose egg on her forehead from hitting the windshield, but neither her, nor the car were in TOO bad a shape. She was knocked out, however, with a possible concussion, and did not wake up as he carried her to the Mansion. Indeed, she remained all limp in his arms, arms hanging loosely.

As soon as Ignacio entered the Mansion, he called for help. A couple of students ran to his aid and helped get her to the infirmary. The staff that was there quickly took Martha from Ignacio's arms and found her a hospital bed. The teenager explained what happened and tried his best to remain calm. Sometimes he could be a bit dramatic so the professor asked that he leave the room while he made sure that Martha was set up to an IV.

She was okay. It was a minor concussion, they got her to wake up and made her stay awake. After all the hubbub was over, all the panic over what happened, Iggy would get word that he could go in. Martha, who obviously had a head ache and a bruise where the bump was, lay there without a word, staring off. Jesus, why was it she felt like she was quickly careening to rock bottom? First, stealing money, then driving up a friggen tree, what next?

Once Iggy was allowed into the infirmary, he went to Martha's side and sat down in the chair beside the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. "...Martha? Are you okay?" He asked in a whisper. "You scared me."

"My head really hurts," she said, wanting to go to sleep so she didn't have to feel it. There was a nasty looking bruise across the left of her forehead. It could have been way worse. "I don't feel good," she went on to say and rolled onto her side to curl up. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they drifted closed until someone came over and jostled her arm gently, "You have a concussion, you need to stay awake for now, k?"

"No, I want to sleep..." she murmured and sighed, flopping back onto her back and staring at Iggy. "I'm tired."

"I know it must be bad, but you need to stay awake like they said. You don't wanna slip into a coma, do you?" Ignacio asked. He scooted to the edge of his seat and studied Martha's face. The bruise that was there looked pretty nasty, but he guessed that it was probably better than what looked like.

"What do you like doing in your free time? How's Kentucky?" Ignacio asked. He needed to keep her awake as long as possible.

"A coma sounds nice," she said sleepily, her eyes doing that fluttery thing that let him know she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. "Let me sleep, please. I'm tired." She sighed and started to get sleepier than she was. And then he was asking her a question, and she mumbled, "I don't do shit in Kentucky anymore. I hate it there. Hate being told how to live." Her words faded off and she relaxed, falling asleep.

"Sorry, you can't go to sleep!" Ignacio stood up from the chair and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. "Come on, there has to be something in Kentucky that you can do! Like...flipping cows?" That was the term right? Ignacio didn't know. Hopefully he'll be able to keep her awake. "Tell me about being a gypsy."

"I don't want to talk about it," she grumped out, "Why you asking me about Kentucky? I lived in a damn camper with five other kids and two adults all my life, only girl out of all them sloppy ass boys, always cleaning and cooking and having to dress in these big ass dresses for every milestone, never allowed to date boys and getting pressure to get married at 14 years old because that's how it is. Now can I please sleep?"

"...Adios mio. Why so young?! Is that not against the law?" He asked with raised eyebrows. Ignacio couldn't believe that Martha was subjected to such a lifestyle. "I mean, only being fourteen is...-what age of the boys you have to marry?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"It doesn't matter what age they are. And it is only illegal if the parents don't agree to it." Her shrug happened. "Seriously, can I go to sleep?" She sighed and curled up on her side, her eyes started to drift closed. "Told you I don't want to talk about my family, okay? I don't want to think about them."

"Well, now I see why." Ignacio mumbled. When he noticed that she was drifting off, the teenager nudged her shoulder. "You can't go to sleep! Come on! Tell me what you like to cook." Ignacio wanted to make sure that nothing bad happened Martha while he was there.