"Gee Doc what you got in here, a dead body?" complained Klinger as he attempted to carry the trunk of the Doctor's possessions towards the Swamp.
"Probably," the Doctor answered. "The only thing I couldn't fit in there really was the kitchen sink."
"Ha you're a funny guy Doc," guffawed Klinger trying desperately to keep up with the Doctor's long strides.
"I never really thought about it Klinger but thank you. I don't receive many compliments but that was most appreciated," beamed the Doctor patting his comrade on the back causing Klinger to nearly lose his balance.
"No problem Doc." Klinger dug his heels into the sludge that surrounded the compound and managed to get his footing back as he and the Doctor reached the Swamp.
"No welcome committee for you I'm sorry Doc," joked Klinger as he placed the trunk down at the side of the new bunk that was opposite Trapper's, adjacent to Frank's and in the opposing corner to Hawkeye's.
"They must be on duty Klinger. Hmm, I must find out when my shift is," said the Doctor taking a slightly horrified look at his surroundings then shrugged and sat on his cot.
"Oh, you'll be on the evening shift."
"Splendid, that'll give me time to look around." The Doctor was intent on scouting the area for any strange activity.
"Well, is there anything else Doc? I wanna curl my hair before guard duty tonight," Klinger enquired as he began to step away towards the door.
"No, you've done more than enough Klinger. Thank you kindly," the Doctor politely replied.
Klinger saluted the Doctor and his salute was returned and he marched elegantly across the compound He received a wolf whistle from Nurse Sullivan and he curtsied her in return before entering his own tent with a twirl.
After changing into his uniform and boots, the Doctor put his newly made dog tags around his neck and lay back on his cot staring at an array of cobwebs on the ceiling above him. He chuckled at the sight of the still in front of him as his eyes fell from the infested ceiling. He examined it inquisitively noticing the initiative that had been used to construct it because of the fact all the still consisted of was medical supplies. He then noticed that some of the liquid that it made had been already poured in a martini glass. Taking in its strong stench the Doctor took a quick sip of the transparent concoction. The result of this made him choke slightly and gasp for breathe. He staggered back towards his bunk after putting the glass back down then he slammed his fist against his chest which caused him to cough suddenly then he straightened his posture, took his place on his bunk once more and riffled through his trunk/foot locker for his copies of Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard and Yale's advanced medical journals. He had of course already read the beginners' journals in the TARDIS and he understood the procedures rather well but he needed to know the in depth things. He couldn't be certain but he knew that anything could happen here. It felt like anything could happen, anything at all.
"Corporal Grant! Speak to me! We know you're still alive come on this isn't a coma! Wake up! Jo! Wake up, please!" pleaded Lieutenant Johnson as he cradled his corporal in his arms. "Baines! Next time the medics come up here you make sure Corporal Grant is on it! That's an order Sergeant!" he growled at dark haired youth that he had drawn the attention of. "Whatever's wrong with you Jo, I know I've never seen anything like it before."
Well another short chapter but I managed to get the story properly on its way. Apoligies for the names of the Corporal and the Sergeant, it seemed like a good idea at the time. The thing with the martini I got the idea after reading a comment and of course how Trapper and Hawkeye always remark how strong it is.