"Street doctor."  Mary corrected with sour humor, "Not quite the same thing."  She glanced at Carrie's bed and headed for her at once, unslinging her carryall.  "Not in those bags, but I've got something here."  She made no move to stop him from going through the shopping bags but as she knelt beside Carrie she added "Please don't come up behind me while I'm working, I really don't like that."<br/><br/>Her lips tightened as she peeled back Carries eyelids and flashed a penlight in the younger woman's eyes. "Shit.  She can still feel, shit."  She leaned forward, her forehead almost touching her patient's and said in an almost maternal tone "Carrie, can you hear me?  When did you last take any Frova or Rohypnol?"