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Sam gritted his teeth as he was able to stand up. "My back is killing me. Seems that fall only bruised me. Now about this kid. Are you really going to send him back to your family, I know he is royalty, but it just does not seem fair." He stated looking at the kid.

The doctor shot a dangerous look at Sam as he spoke. Her angry was emanating from her, "Sir, I don't believe this is any of your business," She spoke in a harsh tone. She turned away from the blonde and looked back down at the boy in front of her. Seeing the blonde was merely bruised was reassuring. Now, she could focus all of her energy on the heir.

She reached her hands out and grabbed tightly onto his hand, "I understand your anger, but I also understand you're in a lot of pain," She stated as she watched him wincing constantly, "You likely have broken, or possibly even shattered your bones in your leg. But, don't worry. I can fix it for you," She assured him.

Her eyes darted away from him, the guilt inside of her chest making it difficult to look directly at him, "I'm sorry about all of this," She started calmly, "But, as your doctor, I can't really allow you to be wandering around aimlessly, can I?" She said, but mostly to herself. She tightened her grip on the boy's hand, and sat in though for a moment. This boy, now that she thought about it, really had never been able to live. Really live. He was also cooped up learning the tricks of his father's trade. He learned business, leadership skills, occasionally he would take a combat class or two, but... had he really ever gone outside in the rain and splash in puddles? Had he been allowed to 'make' a cake and dirty the entire kitchen, as well as himself? Had he ever been out to a movie with friends? Did he have friends...?

After a long moment of contemplation, she glanced at the blonde, and nodded her head, "Help me get him up," She said as she turned toward the boy and placed her free hand under his head, "Is your spine alright? Do you have any head trauma?" She asked, "If so, tell me now. I'll find a board to transport you on. If not, you'll be going on foot with us."

The doctor looked down at the boy on the ground, and her brow knit, showing her apparently irritation, "I'm trying to help you, you idiot," She said in a harsh tone, "Even though this may be the death of me, I'm going to help you find somewhere to stay. But, if the family ever finds out I helped you like this, do you understand the consequences I'll have to receive?" She said, a sigh escaping her lips.

Here she was, the family doctor, helping the escaped heir of her own family! This was the stupidest thing she'd ever done, and just thinking about it worried her. What would happen to her if she went through with this? She'd lived a long few years... right?

Josh raised an eyebrow. An Endura and his family doctor, helping him escape? Although, he supposed it technically did make sense for the Endura... After all, it was better for his family if the Webwood family didn't have an heir. And considering Josh really didn't give a damn about the families, or inheriting everything his father owned, it worked out fine for him. And should it turn out to be a trap, Josh was confident in his abilities to aid in his escape. So it sounded like a pretty good plan, to him. "Yeah, alright. I'll be your injured orphan cousin. Works, I guess."

"I guess that means the only face I have to wear is agonizing pain, then," Josh muttered, grimacing a bit as he was picked up. "Maybe I won't even need a disguise..." he finished, forcing a small grin through the twisted pain. While it wasn't like him to be making jokes and goofing around, he figured he might as well. He was free! Ish, anyway. Free-ish. Close enough... For now.

The doctor felt her worry coming back as the blonde man spoke, "I absolutely agree that I should come along and tend to the Josh, but don't you think it'll be a little strange if we're all just suddenly gone? I mean, I called the family, and soon enough they'll be here to collect both he and myself. What will they think if neither of us are where I'd told them we were?" She asked, and let out a frustrated sigh. She continued to hold tightly on the boy, making sure his weight was not putting pressure on his legs.

"This is just getting more and more complicated."

Josh sighed, ripping a bit of his jeans off and tossing it on the ground. They were now a little bloodied, from bones sticking out of the skin. Yep, his leg was broken alright. Badly, from the looks of it. But this might help a bit, seeing as his bloody rag could be like a clue left behind for the family. A clue leading to a false trail, of course. "Wipe down a gun, and toss it a few feet away," he muttered, and winced again as his weight shifted. "And toss over some garbage cans... Make it look like a struggle. See if we can lead them away. Hurry up, we gotta go soon."

Sam put the kid in the taxi, after pushing another guy out. He the quickly jumped into the drivers seat and drove off. It was several minutes later of going through a highway and a winding road for them to arrive. The house was above the water, giving a great veiw into the busy waters. The house itself looked plane part from being two stories, a balcony, and the first floor wall that faced the ocean was completly made out of glass. everything else was blan. Sam got out of the driver's seat and quickly went around to get the kid. He led him to the door, and after unlocking it, put him on a couch that was covered in a sheet. He rushed off to the kitchen and grabbed a fold out chair and put it in front of the kid. "Put your leg out on this." He told him. He finally put his bag down and walked over to the glass wall and opened the curtains.