Kinchloe and LeBeau sat right by Newkirk's bedside giving him encouragement and pleas to hold on for a bit longer. The poor Englishman had not opened his eyes for about a day, now. The only thing he did was sleep. His skin grew pale, his figure lost weight, and his bones could be seen from the amount of weight he had lost. His fever, fortunately, had remained down due to the cool climate change in the barracks.
"Come on, Newkirk; stay with us just a little longer!" Kinchloe hissed.
"Colonel and Carter surely are on the way back now at this very moment." LeBeau added.
Newkirk kept still and silent, sleeping soundly.
"He's gotta hold on a bit longer, but how do we ensure it?" LeBeau questioned.
Kinchloe thought for a little while and went out into the other room. He returned with his guitar and sat down on the stool he had left behind momentarily. He began playing a few chords in the key of D Major and both men began singing 'Home On the Range' to encourage Newkirk to hold on.
Meanwhile, Hogan and Carter had finally reached Stalag 13 alongside Dr. Von Stetter and his two assistants. They entered in through the gates casually and hurried to reach barracks two. Schultz was walking around out front by the Kommandantur's. He looked up and saw two men dressed as gestapo officers enter barracks two with three men in white lab coats. He gasped and hurried after them.
Once inside the barracks, Hogan ran into his quarters, and Carter hurried the doctors to where Newkirk was. He and the doctors were surprised, when they found Kinchloe and LeBeau singing 'I've Been Working On the Railroad' in D Major. The two singing men felt as if someone was watching them, and they turned around and stopped singing.
"Carter," Both Kinchloe and LeBeau cried.
Dr. Von Stetter gestured to his men and the three of them rushed to Newkirk's side. Dr. Von Stetter took his hand and felt Newkirk's head; he was burning up.
"I must perform surgery right away." Dr. Von Stetter ordered.
"There's an infirmary past barracks nine." LeBeau cried.
Dr. Von Stetter turned to his men and nodded. Both grabbed Newkirk in their arms gently and transported him out of barracks two and immediately to the infirmary.
A week had passed since Newkirk's life saving operation and medical treatments. Everyone was surprised to see how quickly Newkirk got back onto his feet and working, again. Still slightly tired, he managed to do everything he was able to do beforehand.
As for Hogan and the rest of the men, they were forced by Klink to build a new fence for the one Hogan and Carter had vandalized in order to escape out of camp. For them, the recreation center was closed for a month, and the four of them had to serve 75 days in the cooler when not being forced to do labor work.
Kinchloe finished hammering in a wood pole to attach the barbwires to and wiped off the perspiration off his face and tried catching his breath.
"Colonel, I've gotta have a break!" Kinchloe gasped.
Hogan looked up from dismantling the old fence with the help of Carter and LeBeau and nodded.
"I think all of us could use a break." Hogan gasped, as well.
All four men had been at it for four hours straight on Klink's orders.
Carter sighed and grabbed a water bottle Schultz had provided for each of the four men and chugged it down.
"Need a little help, mates?" A familiar voice cried from behind.
The four men turned around and saw Newkirk with some plyers and a hammer in his hands looking at his friends.
"It's a nice gesture, Newkirk, but you don't need to serve our punishment sentence. You did nothing out of all of us during this crisis." Hogan answered.
"If you guys serve it, then I must endure it, too." Newkirk remarked, with a smile.
Hogan smiled and nodded.
"As you wish, Newkirk." Hogan answered, friendly.
The Englishman nodded with a smile and walked over to where Carter, Hogan, and LeBeau had left off with the fence and taking off the damaged barbwires. Newkirk knelt down and began cutting off the wires on the fence, as his four friends took a break from hard labored work.
"Good to see you're feeling better, buddy." Carter spoke, with a smile.
"I tell yah, if I would've been forced to be in that bed another day, I would've completely lost it." Newkirk answered.
"As we all would, I suppose." Kinchloe added, after swallowing a drink of water.
"Newkirk's healthy, again, and that's all that matters." Hogan answered. He turned to Newkirk and smiled. Newkirk looked back and returned the same gesture.
"Ten days down, 65 to go." LeBeau added in.
"It's gonna feel like forever before we're finished with Klink's sentence, this time." Kinchloe replied.
"I say I'd rather be doing this than being limited to work. Klink still refuses me to be outside more then 20 minutes a day. He's taken my recovery far too extreme, I'm afraid." Newkirk groaned.
Klink had done nothing but baby Newkirk since his operation. After a week and feeling almost 100% back to normal, Klink still refused him to do anything demanding until he granted permission to do so.
"Better than staying in the cooler for 75 days." Carter chimed.
"Yah chaps can do it, I know yah can." Newkirk replied.
"Newkirk," Klink's voice rang in the camp.
Newkirk groaned and turned to see Klink and Schultz were walking towards him.
"Blimey ruckets, I can't get away with anything recently." Newkirk moaned.
"Corporal Newkirk, I want to know why you're doing the work for these men!" Klink demanded.
"I offered to do so, Kommandant." Newkirk answered.
"You will not do any manual work, until I give orders to do so." Klink replied, sharp.
"I can't stay in my barracks anymore, Kommandant. I'm gonna lose me bloody mind, otherwise."
"Do you wanna be sentenced to the cooler, as well?"
Klink had grown very impatient since Hogan and Carter escaped from Stalag 13 to head to Berlin.
"How long of a sentence would I have?" Newkirk asked, sounding intrigued.
Klink moaned and walked off with Schultz following him.
All men turned to Newkirk, smiled, and they all went back to work.