"Peg, honey, I think Erin's up again..."
BJ startled awake at the noise. It was faint, barely audible, but he could hear it. And he was certain he wasn't dreaming.
"Hawk!" BJ looked over to the other surgeon sleeping across from him. "Hawkeye wake up!"
Hawkeye rubbed at his eyes and groggily sat up in his cot. "Beej, you better have a good reason for waking me up..."
"Did you hear that?"
Hawkeye listened. There was nothing but a few early morning birds chirping in the distance. "Those, Beej, are called birds."
"No, no. Didn't you hear it?"
"Hear what!?"
Charles was fed up with trying to sleep through the squabbling between Hawkeye and BJ.
"He is refering to the crying baby!"
BJ looked over to Charles, who was sitting up in his cot. Hawkeye was still lost but he and Charles both looked at each other with a worried and perplexed expression.
"Oh my goodness..." Charles stood up and walked outside the swamp. There was no baby to be seen... until he looked underneath the signpost.
There, in a basket, wrapped in rags and tattered blankets, was a baby.
