Here is chapter two, thank you for the reviews and as long as you keep reviewing I'll keep writing!!

Later, back at the Swamp, Hawkeye poured himself a glass of gin and sat down on his cot. He wanted to hurt someone, but no one in camp suited him; he wanted a nameless, faceless 'doctor' who tortured young women.

"Hawk," BJ said, coming in and hanging his helmet up in preparation of a shave.

"Hey."

"I'm glad I'm not on the receiving end of that look." BJ said as he lathered his face.

Hawkeye grunted a response.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

BJ's eyebrows went up and he began to shave. In a moment he stopped and looked over at Hawkeye. "What that person did was unforgivable, but remember, it's not up to you to decide his penalty."

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Margaret didn't need to find Hawkeye when Mi-Sun opened her eyes early the next morning. Hawkeye was on duty and checking on a patient in the next bed.

Mi-Sun lay there, watching him and the patient. The young man had a wound to his belly and a broken arm. Hawkeye was looking under the dressing, and when he finished he taped the dressing back into place smoothly. The patient said something to Hawkeye, who shook his head and said something back, then grinned and said something else that made the young man smile. They spoke quietly to not disturb the other patients, most of whom breathed evenly in sleep.

Mi-Sun shifted and the rustling sheets made Hawkeye look her way. His blue eyes were warm and they went serious when they saw her.

He finished with the soldier and came to her bedside, perching on a stool next to it. "Morning, Mi-Sun. How do you feel?"

Mi-Sun started at him, unspeaking. She no longer shook but he could see she was still terrified.

"Cat got your tongue, hm? Well, Nurse Janny has already changed your dressing and I checked your wounds. You're going to be fine. I tried to keep the scarring to a minimum." Then he turned serious.

"Mi-Sun, who did that to you?"

Her eyes dropped away from his face and she shook her head.

"You don't know? Did you see what he looked like?"

She looked back at him, her dark eyes pleading. She shook her head again.

"Mi-Sun, please. Tell me. Those cuts, they look like a doctor made them, with a scalpel. Did a doctor do that? What can you tell me? Please."

Her eyes filled and overflowed but still she didn't speak.

"Mi-Sun, if you tell us, maybe we can find him and keep him from hurting someone else. What do you know about him?"

She blinked at him, staring right into his eyes and he had the acute, slightly uncomfortable feeling that she could see things about him that even he didn't know.

"He is a doctor, but not." She said. "I heard one of his aids telling another that he has no license."

"Where is he?" Hawkeye made his voice stay calm and even, though his stomach was jumping.

"He runs a clinic for wounded civilians."

Hawkeye's eyebrows came together. "What were you doing there? I didn't see any other injuries."

"My father was wounded, and if you cannot pay, he accepts labor. I am a laundrywoman." She was not looking at him while she spoke, her soft voice Korean but her English quite good. "A few days ago he called me into his hut, saying he had laundry to be picked up. When I got there he had a meal. He wanted me to be his mistress."

"That's not when he hurt you, the injuries look too fresh…"

"No, I refused him. I had seen other girls who spent the night with him. They always have strange cuts."

She stopped and Hawkeye nodded encouragement.

"I told him I was happy as a laundrywoman and I left." She shifted in bed, her fingers wadding the sheet tightly.

"Do you want a drink of water?" He asked her. She nodded and he fetched it for her, putting his arm behind her to help her sit up. She was rigid but did not flinch away from his touch.

"The next night," Mi-Sun continued once she'd settled again, "I was preparing for bed. Someone knocked at the door, and when I opened it a man presses a cloth to my face. When I woke up I was on a table with him looking down at me. I was nude, and had a sheet over me." She shuddered.

"That's why you were so scared yesterday. Mi-Sun, I'm sorry."

She shook her head.

"That's when he hurt you?"

She nodded.

"Mi-Sun, what is his name? Where is he?"

"He is called Doc Donald. From here I do not know where he is."

"Donald what?"

"I don't know. He is just called Doc Donald."

"Do you think any of the other Koreans would know where to find him? I mean, is he well-known?"

"Yes, but amongst many he is well-liked, because he provides better care than other doctors."

"Better care or not he can't be left to roam free doing this to other girls."

Mi-Sun closed her eyes and lay back deeper into her pillow. He noticed how drawn she looked and her olive skin was a shade paler. He sighed, a little ashamed for overtaxing her but frustrated that she couldn't give him more information. "Thank you for your help, Mi-Sun. Rest now."

I know I told a few people that I was going to post the rest of this story today but I got to thinking, I may do a bit more work on it. Besides, half the fun is waiting, right? Please R and R.