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He slowly turned the key in the ignition, afraid that she might take one of his movements as hostile. His movements continued to be slow as he buckled his seat belt & adjusted the rearview mirror. He glanced at his assailant before fixing his eyes on the road. Tom sat rigid in his seat as he drove, following the directions the woman instructed. His mind raced, trying to figure out how he could possibly get out of this situation. “What do you want from me?” He asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

Normally most kidnappers would be angry if the person or persons they took tried to sneak a peak at them in any way, but it was different for Cara; he was going to have to look at her sooner or later. The goal was to be long gone by the time he inevitably went to the authorities. And instead of answering his question, she decided to ask one of her own, “…There was a girl you brought in a few hours ago. About fifteen years old. Lilah.” One of the few words she’d managed to utter after Cara saved her life, sitting beside the girl’s broken form until the paramedics finally arrived and she was forced to flee. “…Is she going to make it?”

Tom sighed at the memory of the patient he’d helped. Lilah. It was a hard call – one of the hardest he’s had in a while. “I’m not really supposed to share information about patients, but seeing as I have a gun to my back…” Tom’s voice trailed, knowing he could lose his job if he shared information about patients. Would he rather lose his job or his life? He blinked, hard, as the bright lights from a passing car jolted him from his thoughts. “It was a tough call. She was pretty beaten up. Broken bones, blood loss, in and our of consciousness. We spent over 10 minutes on her before we were able to safely transport her. When we left the hospital, she was in surgery.” Tom decided he’d rather lose his job than his life and spilled the beans. He technically didn’t share any personal information about the patient, so maybe he’d be in the clear. He tightened his grip on the wheel as he made the next turn. “You didn’t answer my question.”

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