Cora POV
My mind registered the sound of a motorbike close by, and then it faded into the distance. It wasn't a bad sound, so it didn't wake me fully, just enough to say they were bikes, and moving away. Teh sound triggered my memories of the day I was shot. The panic I had for the injured man, who wouldn't be able to defend himself, although he only complained of a sore shoulder, the way he flipped into the air and landed, he could have other injuries. My dream distorted the accident, making me into a larger hero than I was. Anyone would have done the same to protect their patient. But in my dream, I protected the injured man and took out the shooter, some superhero I was, I have never even held a gun, so my dream was no way close to reality.
My need for the bathroom woke me up, and I r
