Just started this one last night, but I know where I'm taking it and hopefully it won't take too long to get it done. As mad as Hawkeye can get over Frank's bumbling but usually repairable medical ineptitude, how would he feel about someone using their medical skill to torture? (We're ignoring Hawkeye's little unnecessary appendectomy stunt that time, since we all know that Big Brass had it coming and it was for the greater good.)

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"Well isn't this interesting," Hawkeye Pierce said when Max Klinger and Father Frances Mulcahy brought his next patient.

Almond-shaped eyes stared up at him fearfully, and a single tear leaked down into her ear.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Pierce," he said conversationally. "What brings you to our little slice of hell?" He didn't know if she spoke English or not but her eyes followed him, and he smiled reassuringly.

He put his hands into the fresh gloves Nurse Kellye held open for him, and then tried to lift the sheet the young women was covered with, to look at her wounds.

She flinched away, raising her arm to cover herself. He stopped and looked at her face again. She had a caged animal look, like a rabbit, quivering and ready to run but knowing there was no escape.

"I won't hurt you," he said. "I just want to look at your injuries." He tried again with the sheet.

"No!" She jerked the covering back.

Hawkeye looked questioningly at Kellye, who shrugged. "I'll find the nurse who prepped her."

In a moment Kelly came back with Nurse Gwen and Major Margaret Houlihan trailing her. "Doctor?" Gwen said.

"Can you help me? She's scared half to death."

Gwen nodded. She bent closer to Hawkeye's ear and whispered, "It appears she was raped, and tortured."

"Ah. Does she speak any English?"

Gwen nodded.

"What's her name?"

"Mi-Sun."

Hawkeye turned back to the Korean woman and offered a gentle smile. "Mi-Sun, I want to look at your wounds, that's all. We're going to put you to sleep and Nurse Kelly and Major Houlihan, here, will be here the whole time. I won't hurt you."

Mi-Sun's dark eyes looked at them all, staring hard into each pair of eyes-blue, brown, and blue-over the white masks and finally she nodded once. She let the anesthesiologist place the mask over her face and in a moment unconsciousness claimed her.

Gwen went back to Pre-Op but Kellye and Margaret stayed and Margaret's eyes widened when Hawkeye lifted back the sheet to expose Mi-Sun's wounds.

Nearly everyday the doctor and nurses saw many horrific things, the things nightmares were made of. Shrapnel damage, gunshot wounds, explosions. Those injuries were meant to kill. Mi-Sun's had been meant to hurt.

A sharp blade had been used to make symmetrical cuts on her breasts and belly, almost in a design. Whoever did it had been careful to only go so deep, to make sure they wouldn't be fatal.

"Who…how could anyone…" Margaret was sputtering.

Hawkeye probed gently and shook his head, his eyes full of quiet rage. "I think it was a doctor."

"What?"

"Look at them, the cuts have a surgical quality to them."

Margaret looked closer and she saw it too. It made the whole thing more horrifying, though none of them stopped to consider which of the many reasons why that was so.

Hawkeye went to work closing the cuts, cleaning and repairing to make as little scarring as possible. Fortunately, Mi-Sun was one of the last patients and Hawkeye had as much time as he wanted to spend on her.

"When she wakes up, I want you to find me. I want to talk to her. Maybe she can tell us who did this." Hawkeye told Margaret after he had finished.

Next chapter will be along as soon as I can!