Bre paused in her walk home and changed the song on her phone. Glancing up and down the road a couple times, she was about to step out into the street as a body going much faster then humanly possible, barreled past her right as an SUV careened around the corner.<br/>Time slowed down as she watched with a nurses scowl about the work she was going to have to do. The body turned into the very dirty attractive shape of a guy, who was, unfortunately, about to be severely maimed, if not killed.<br/>The car collided into the guy and sent him flying. She let out the breath she was holding as the body landed and didn't move. She memorized the license plate number before jogging over to the body on the pavement.<br/>Another car came around the corner too fast. Bre stood her ground and the car swerved at the last second, blasting his horn. Her answer to that was a middle finger over her shoulder.<br/>Finally reaching the prone figure, she dropped to her scrub-clad knees and felt for a pulse. Finding one, she the called out calmly for someone to call an ambulance and checked for other injuries. His arm was bent funny and he was scrapped and cut up. "I don't envy you the body aches you'll have." She muttered softly, her Irish accent barely there. She watched him as she waited for the ambulance.