"Hawk? Hawkeye wake up!" Radar shook Hawkeye forcefully, "Come on Hawk! There's an emergency patient!"

"Oh, Just five more minutes mom..." Radar shook him again.

"No! Didn't you hear me? I said emergency!" Hawkeye sat up at the word 'emergency' and rubbed his eyes, "Alright, alright, Im coming. I though we weren't supposed to get any more casualties for a couple days..."

Radar blinked and waited for Hawkeye to get up, when at last he did and they were quickly jogging towards the OR, Radar explained, "Just one sir, a girl. Probably no more than thirteen, she's full of shrapnel, a bit of internal bleeding they say. Colonel Blake said that was you area."

Hawkeye nodded grimly, "Thirteen you say? How the heck did she get over here?"

"Captured by the enemy sir while she was staying at a village as an assistant nurse to her mother, apparently they used her as a hostage and filled her with bullets then dropped her on our lap."

"American?"

"As much as I am."

"Oh so she's Dutch."

Radar laughed sarcastically, "Very funny." He replied grimly, "This is serious." Both entered the OR tent, Hawkeye put on his white robes and began to sterilize his hands.

"This is where I leave you," Radar said to Hawk, "Good luck, hope you save the girl."

"Thanks shorty."

"Hey!"

"Just go."

After Hawkeye sterilized his hands, he quickly entered the OR, the three other surgeons stood around a small body, snipping away and talking quietly among themselves.

"Ah, here's the great one now." Trapper said as he looked up, "Nurse suction this please."

"Where have you been?" Margaret demanded, "Frank's been a nervous wreck, Frank has told you time and time before to be here as soon as a patient arrives!"

Hawkeye couldn't resist, "It's amazing Frank, you should go into the army circus with that ventriloquist act, I didn't see your lips move once!"

"Yeah and you've got a nice dummy too." Trapper added. Margaret looked appalled and was about to say something when Hawkeye cut in.

"Okay Hot Lips, what's the situation?" Margaret's eyes shot daggers at Hawk before replying.

"At least nine bullets in her body that we can locate, internal bleeding from her liver, she's had a great blood loss and now a fever is picking up."

"Clamp." Henry ordered the nurse as he tried to stop the blood flow from the liver. Trapper was carefully picking small bits of shrapnel and bullets from the girls arm and insides and placing it into a clear glass which was almost half full already, "Peirce your going to have to get the rest of the bullets out of her, I've got the liver on my hands."

"Literally" Trapper added.

"Klinger, mind giving me a hand?" Hawkeye asked as he picked up a scalpel and began to cut away at skin surrounding a small bullet, Klinger appeared, dressed in his latest creation. A silk red evening gown with a blue stich Japanese boarder.

"Alright Hawk, but if I get anything on this new outfit you're paying for the dry-"

"Yes, yes, dry cleaning, I know, Just hand me the clamp." Hawkeye ordered as he sponged away trying to remove some of the dust and old blood from the wound. Silence caused time to move slowly, no one dared breath as they tried to save a young and innocent life. The bullets filled her chest and arms, still for some reason or another her vital signs kept up, faintly but there never the less.



As Hawkeye began to work on removing bullets and pieces of shrapnel from the girls arm he stated plainly, "Looks like this kid had problems before the war."

"What do you mean Pierce?" Henry asked as he finished stitching up the bleeding liver, "Clamp that and get a new bag of ab positive blood on there, she's almost out."

"She got on hell of a scar here, runs from wrist to shoulder...looks like it was a knife."

Trapper moved over to have a look at the scar, "Looks like it was infected during the healing stage, that's what made it so oddly shaped and coloured."

"A living hell, poor kid..."