"She's a threat. We don't need to know a damn thing," Fred states firmly.
Oh, Chelsea could hear everything that Fred was saying about her, but didn't care. "Look, stand there with your hands on your hips, on your knife or your gun. Though, you're an idiot for having it at the small of your back. Or even the one inside your boot. Whatever, but I'm not letting you pin my brother with a needle. You don't know what the hell you're doing."
Fred grits his teeth," Fine. But one wrong move out of you and that's it."
She shakes her head before turning back to FP letting him get settled first. Once his sleeve is out of the way, she wraps the tourniquet around his arm, tying it off. She could feel Fred's eyes on her the whole time even as she swabbed the vein," This is going to sting a bit, FP." Just a warning before inserting the needle.