Chapter Thirty: The Escape
She kept thinking unconsciousness would relieve her. But, it never came. Perhaps, it was for the best she awoke when she needed to. Carmen couldn't imagine where she would find herself if she didn't.
Probably at the bottom of a lake.
With the fish feeding on her.
"Car-Carmen Doe, correct?"
She ignored the question and patted down Adam's pockets with the gun still trained on the center of the doctor's chest.
Gauging from the silver touch through his hair, the wrinkles around the prominent features of his face— his eyes, mouth, brow, the man looked old enough…Slow enough. The bullet should be faster than him.
Carmen gulped and her fingers shook during their search.
It's not like she intended to hurt him…?
Even though she threatened it. Even though her finger firmly rested on the trigger. Even though she actually would kill him if he didn't do as she said. Even though, he would kill her if she didn't...
But, would she?
Of course... she wouldn't.
You had tried to kill Michael. How did that feel?
Carmen fished out her brother's car keys from his front pocket and slipped them into the pocket of her skirt and felt the soft fabric nested there.
Officer Deeney.
Her good leg moved under her as she attempted to stand up. The pain on her thigh was excruciating and her entire body was vibrating in response, but—
Get the fuck over yourself.
Dr. Wynn shifted forward.
"L-let me help—"
She jerked the gun at him.
"Shut up."
The majority of her weight on one leg, and the tip of her toe of her injured leg touching the ground to provide stability as she stood.
"You were going to kill me," she muttered.
"I…I would risk my entire livelihood otherwise," he said.
"I wouldn't have told."
He looked at her as though she were slow. "I think you would."
Carmen tried to ignore the pain originating from her leg shooting up into her lungs like a douse of liquid fire as she gestured at him with the gun and pointed to the hallway. She limped forward with the same amount of grace as she bit down on her tongue to divert the pain.
Things will be better when she can lean on the wall...
Or so she told herself.
"Take me to my brother's car."