<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At Miami PD<br/>talking with Emily</strong><br/><br/>"A mine took out the Hummer I was riding in, I was blown clear, nobody else made it out.  And, well, it was a while before I was found, treated.  There were complications."  Complications she could see the best in the corner of her eye, bullets went right through them but they didn't like being shot, no no not at all.  They told her that, she could hear them, telling her what they'd do to her, how long they'd  take to do it once she fired her last shot.<br/><br/>And came back to now with a jolt, God what a sight she had to have been, it had been just a flash of memory, but her fists were so tight her short nails were digging into her palms.<br/><br/>A rapid blink, two or three of them, and Susan forced a smile.  "I'm, well, I do what I can.  I work on the street, help people  Sometimes people need a doctor, but don't trust doctors, I, I arrange things so that they get the care they need."<em> I'm not going to say out loud that I provide unlicensed illegal medical care on the cheap, not in a God damn police station.</em><br/><br/>She smiled more warmly. " I don't like to talk about how I got wounded, haven't really thought about it in weeks."<em>Thank God.</em><br/><br/>