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BJ yawned, checking the clipboard that hung in front of the bed. Never mind the fact that he had only gotten two hours of sleep after the marathon in OR. It was eleven o'clock, and BJ was tired. The sky had long ago turned from dark blue to midnight black with nothing showing. Maybe the army had warned the stars not to shine in Korea.
"Hey Doc, I think something's wrong." BJ looked up, trying to find the body that went with the voice. He went over to a boy with curly blond hair that was matted to his head. "What's up Williams?" he asked, trying to suppress another yawn.
The boy winced. "It's my chest. It feels so heavy, like, it's hard to breathe."
BJ nodded, "Well, you got shot in the chest. Hawkeye fixed you up pretty well, but it'll still hurt a bit. If it doesn't stop by the day after tomorrow, tell me." The boy nodded gratefully. BJ tried to smile at him, but his muscles didn't want to obey him.
Moving further down the line, BJ came across the only other person who wasn't asleep. The name on the clipboard said Rice, and BJ recognized him as the last boy he had sewed up in OR. "How're you doing Rice?" BJ asked, sitting next to the bed.
The boy's olive-colored face contorted into an expression of utter loathing. "Why do you care doc?"
BJ shook his head, "do you have any idea how lucky you are? I bet you any one of these guys here want to be in your place."
"I'll switch with them any time!" Rice spat out, his dark eyes wild. "At least they get to go home!"
"You don't want to go back to the line." It wasn't' a question, more of a resignation. So many kids didn't want to fight ― didn't want to have to kill other kids just as young as they were.
Maybe if the feeling was mutual, they could call the war on account of youth.
BJ forced himself to think positive about the situation. "At least you can walk. A boy came in here the other day and had to have both his legs amputated up to his knees." He didn't mention that they barely had to cut anything off, and the boy thanked them after they did it saying that the pain had hurt so much he would have shot himself if they hadn't made it go away.
"Whatever." the boy turned away from BJ, playing with something under the covers. BJ took this as his cue to leave. A couple hours from now he'd be asleep in his bunk.
Everything seemed to happen at once. A shot sounded from the bed BJ had just left, a bullet whizzed by BJ's head. He heard a nurse scream and the sound of running footsteps and a door opening and closing, but the sound that was loudest in the room was BJ's heart thumping against his chest as he looked at Rice hoisting himself onto his uninjured leg, a gun held in his hand.
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