I know I said this was ending at 30 chapters. But there's a lot more battles I could cover in Japan and the Philippines. Review if you think I should keep going!

Ellie, Hibernia12, I hope you won't hate me! I tried to make it up to you!

Nancy Drew had been one of the last to get off the boats and arrive in the beach, having flown around the globe to get here.

She couldn't help wondering if Frank was here, and if he was alright. The other nurses were conglomerating around Doc, who was shouting orders and preparing an anesthetic. If Doc was here, maybe Frank would be!

"Sir, have you seen Frank Hardy?"

"He went out a while ago."

"Out? In the fighting?"

"He's a brave boy, that one is."

"Yes..."

Something awful had happened. She couldn't explain it, she just suddenly felt a terrible chill.

Slipping out of the field hospital, she tried to look for his tall frame.

Oh, God, keep him safe. Please, let me find him.

She'd never felt this way about anyone before. Her heart was beating fast,Frank's name pounding in her ears. Think, Nancy. She couldn't just run wildly through a battle. Where would he be?

Tending the wounded, of course. Hot tears pricked her eyes and she wiped at them before breaking into a run.

"Frank!"

She was screaming, even though she knew no one could hear over the explosions.

A bullet ripped the hem of her skirt, but she kept going, running faster.

Just as she put her foot down, her ankle slipped, and she slid into a trenchlike gully in the sand.

And there he was, torso covered in sticky red. She fought the sudden wave of nausea.

Why would they fire at a medic?

She felt for a pulse. Her hand was trembling.

Cautiously, she ran two fingers beside his trachea, and...

Thank God, she felt a weak thudding.

"Help me, please," she cried to the burly soldier reloading his gun in the trench. He picked up Frank like a rag doll and together they ran towards the hospital tent.

"Thank you," she managed breathlessly as he deposited Frank on a cot. He gave a mock salute and returned to his post. Doc came out from the makeshift operating room, wiping his scalpel. When he saw Frank, he let out a string of curse words.

Nancy had already removed Frank's blood soaked shirt and was calling one of the blood transfusionists.

Doc was still raving as he started grabbing utensils for an emergency operation on Frank.

"Thick headed kid tried to be a god#!+m hero, didn't he?"

"Dr. Jefferson," she cried, shocked.

"Oh, my apologies, Miss Drew. You know I love the boy like a son. It's just that he takes such risks. He thinks he's invincible."

She washed her hands in the basin quickly and prepared to help Doc.

"Yes sir, I understand. Do you think he'll..."

"I can't say, Miss Drew. It looks like he packed it himself, which is a good sign..."

"Then it is a lung puncture?"

"Mmhm."

They worked in silence like cogs on a wheel, Nancy handing Doc the instruments before he even asked. The blood transfusionist calmly observed, "He's lost a lot of blood, sir."

Doc bit his lip. "How much are we talking about here?"

"Two pints."

Nancy inhaled sharply. Lose three pints and you were dead. This was not good.

They kept working as the life-giving blood flowed into him through his left hand.

An hour later they were done. Doc wiped his hands and shook his head.

"It's in the hands of a greater Physician than I now."

Nancy nodded and Doc left, patting her arm with an awkward kindness.

She studied Frank. His eyes were closed, his very breaths shallow and gasping.

She intertwined his fingers with hers. His hands were strong and tanned. The entire gravity of the situation rushed back to her, and she sank to the ground besides his cot, still clinging to his hand.

"Oh, Jesus. You can heal him. I know You can."

She couldn't continue. Tears swam in her eyes and she swiped at them angrily.

Be strong. Frank needs you. And the others need you too.

She squared her shoulders and kissed his hand. "I'll be back soon."

And with a last look at his unconscious form, she hurried to assist with another surgery.


Hours later, Frank stirred and his eyes blinked open. The horrible pain in his chest was enough to know he was not in Heaven. But he was not out in the battlefield either. In fact, everything was strangely quiet. Was the battle over?

He was dizzy;the walls seemed to shimmer around him, and he couldn't tell where he was.

"Frank? Oh, thank God, you're awake."

Nancy? No, it couldn't be. He tried to form the question but it hurt to talk and breathe at the same time.

"Nancy?" He finally croaked it out.

"Yes. I found you, out there..."

He smiled weakly. "Thanks."

He was shirtless, an enormous bandage covering his chest. He couldn't move his arms very well.

"Is ...the...battle...over?"

"Sh, don't talk- but yes. It was a success."

"Good. Nancy, I missed you."

"I told you to rest! But I missed you, too. That's why I came back."

His eyes lit up, and pure joy radiated across his face. She squeezed his hand. "You'd better rest now. You were so brave, Frank."

She turned to go and he managed to say something so quietly she had to strain to hear it.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

(blood transfusions became popular due to need for them in WW2. They were still relatively new.)

I would never kill Frank or Joe. if I ever killed them off I would never be happy again. :D