Tom was so busy fumbling with the suture kit, he didn’t see the signs of her losing consciousness. He first heard the gun clatter to the floor. Shit. “Hey, Hey!”Tom’s voice was urgent, and he cursed himself for not finding out her name, not that she would’ve disclosed it. “Hey!” His voice echoed eerily throughout the empty building, and he nearly scared himself. He checked for a pulse and for breathing – both were fine. While her heartbeat was there, it was faster than he’d liked. Tom increased the pressure on her wound, in an attempt to further staunch the bleeding before suturing the wound. He pulled the bloodied fabric away from the wound and make quick work of his hands, sewing up the wound faster and more precise than ever before. He doused the wound with water once more, and sighed and sat back on his heels as the bleeding was contained. Now to wait for her to wake.
It wasn’t often that Cara lost consciousness. She had an insanely high pain threshold, and iron will to stay awake, to keep going. And that was born purely out of fear. When she wasn’t conscious, when she wasn’t aware, she wasn’t in control. She didn’t know what could be attacking her. She didn’t know what could be possessing her. Which was why, when she finally came to, she came to with a start, instantly reaching up to feel the anti-possession tattoo behind her ear. Still intact. Then her memories of what had happened to her hit her one after the next. Lilah, the bullet wound, the paramedic, the warehouse… Oh, no. What if he… No. No, she was still in the warehouse, and he was still with her. But maybe – maybe he’d left and come back… “…How much…how much time did I lose?” She swallowed hard as a wave of pain washed over her, “…Did you leave? Did you call them?”
As Tom sat back on his heels, he took the leftover water and cleaned his hands of the blood that coated his hands. Paying special attention to the tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. His fingers ran over the raised ink, the tattoo on it’s final days of healing. His head snapped towards the woman as she came to. “Eh, 15 minutes, give or take like, 5 minutes.” Tom placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping to help calm the woman. “I didn’t leave. I stayed right here, by your side the entire time. I never leave a patient in the field alone. You’re safe.”
