Everything that Carmen was saying did nothing to calm Naomi. If anything, they only served to make her feel worse. Files? Records? She got her hands on paperwork about her? Where did she get them from? How much did she know? Did she know about her parents? Her brother? Julia? The kids? And just who was it that had these ‘records’? She knew the military had all sorts of information on her, but that was only because she signed on to work for the military. But would they give away information on her to some criminal organization? Or did this ‘organization’ gather it through clandestine methods? Neither option was of any comfort to Naomi.
She apparently had known about Naomi for a while. Long enough to know where she lived, be up to speed on her medical expertise, and have knowledge on her military background. At least enough to bring up her fucking PTSD.
The entire idea that someone, somewhere, had information on Naomi that they weren’t supposed to have nearly made the woman feel sick. Because that left the possibility of blackmail open. If this Carmen woman knew about her, there was no telling who else did, and what havoc they could wreak in her life because of it. She always hated someone else having an advantage over her.
Something in the way Carmen was posturing herself gave Naomi pause. Despite her efforts to appear confident and in control, the woman clearly looked fatigued. No doubt from her wound and the anesthetic she was given. No doubt if she exerted any more energy, she’d probably end up passing out on the waiting room floor.
Despite their current positions, Naomi’s medical side contended with her military training, demanding that she do something to prevent the woman from hurting herself any further.
“Lay down” she sighed, lowering the gun. “You’re probably still affected by the morphine” She kept her distance though, both hands on the gun.
Carmen blinked again, this time a little more forcefully. A buzz in her jacket alerted her that Vic was closer, though she didn’t bother to check the phone. The doctor was right, though, she probably needed to lay down due to both the blood loss and the medication, but as they’d be there for her soon, she didn’t really bother moving, opening her mouth to reply--
Something whizzed across her field of vision, embedding in Naomi’s neck, the woman reaching up in confusion for a moment before her eyes rolled back and she fell with a thud. Carmen breathed in relief for a moment that the gun was no longer in her face, though she turned to look at where the dart had come from as she got up, gingerly stooping down to make sure she was alright.
“Took you boys long enough.” she greeted, checking Naomi’s pulse which was regular. “Any later and I’d be dealing with cops on top of a bullet wound in my gut.”
“You really should answer your phone” Damien said as he snuck in from the window, his twin immediately behind him. “Tristen and I thought you’d gotten in trouble.” He moved toward her, concern written in his eyes as an identical face appeared behind him.
“Double Trouble.” Tristen added, looking down at Naomi with a raised brow. “I almost feel bad.”
“She’s off limits to you two.” Carmen informed them as Damien lifted her up, both brothers exchanging a look. “The cops are on their way though so we need to get out of here. Tris, put her on the couch. We’ll leave through the front door and leave it open.”
Damien looked at her curiously, but only shrugged. “We should get going then”
“Tristen, you’ve put her on the couch stop ogling her.” Carmen snapped as she and Damien began moving out of the room. “I want a watch on her to make sure she stays safe -- and no, no volunteering, I need you.” Her eyes landed on the woman briefly. “But I think we’ve finally found our doctor.”
The sound of sirens in the distance was enough to make them move, slipping out of the house as quietly as shadows and into the car, driving off just as the cops showed up.
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