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.”
Cara listened with bated breath as the man described what Lilah had endured since they’d parted, a deep, shuddering sigh racking her frame when he said that she was currently in surgery. She’d survived then – at least, so far. Cara wasn’t naive enough to believe that recovery would be easy or even guaranteed. But the girl was still alive, and she was grateful for that. His comment as the car turned forced her to focus again, and she said, “I don’t need to answer you; you’ll see for yourself soon enough. Take one more left turn, and then pull into the driveway.” He’d know which driveway, it was the only one for miles. “You’ll shut the car off and then we’ll slide out together, just like before. Once you’re out, you’ll hand me the keys, and then you’ll lead the way inside.”
Tom nodded at the further instruction, thankful that she gave it, because frankly, he couldn’t remember the original directions. “Did you know her?” He asked, hoping it wouldn’t upset or provoke her in any way. He took the last turn, keeping an eye out for the driveway she spoke of. The street was pitch black, with what looked like a sketchy warehouse – the only building for what looked like miles. He turned into the drive, taking in his surroundings. “Why not just answer me so I’m not surprised when you kill me?” Tom turned the car off, the cold almost immediately setting in as the heat stopped. He once again, took in his surroundings. Nothing for miles, so running was practically out of the question. Probably no cell service, either. Damn.
He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, practically waiting for the gun to be held to his back again. “So this is how I die,” he sighed, holding the keys out for the woman behind him.
Cisco backup 