Disclaimer; All characters of the "M*A*S*H" series belong to 20th Century
Fox, and are based on the characters in the novels by Dr. Richard
Hornberger, who wrote under the penname Richard Hooker.
The Korean War started in 1950 and lasted until 1953, during that time 36,570 American soldiers died and 103,284 were wounded. A total of 4 million Koreans lost their lives during the war, as well. In 1997, the last MASH unit was retired in South Korea. Larry Linville, who passed away on April 10th, 2000, attended the ceremony.
This fanfiction is dedicated to all those involved in the M*A*S*H movie, released in 1969, the series that followed it in 1972, which lasted until 1983, and those brave men and women who served during the Korean War. We salute you all and thank you.
Information gathered from the following sites:
Nurse Baker's Lullaby was found at
~~ Black Widow
M*A*S*H: Date with Death
Chapter Two: Casualties of War
"What do you mean 'No records'!" BJ boomed into the telephone "How can a person have no records!"
"The same way Captain Pierce was declared dead," Potter tried to calm BJ down from the other end of the phone "the Military makes mistakes."
"Cornel, having NO records is different from having your records misfiled."
"Look, I've thrown my weight around down here so much the building has almost capsized, I've called in favors, I've even gone to meetings I wasn't invited to on the off chance I might meet someone who could help us, but there are just no files on a Morana P. Erishkigal."
"What about our allies?"
"What about them?"
"Well, if she's not with the US, then maybe she's with one of our allies."
"Sweet Santa Ann, BJ, I can't ask every diplomat, general and reporter down here from all 17 nations to check their records on this girl! I'm up here for recreation, not business."
"I know, Cornel, I know, but I just....that is, I~"
"Son, I know you're worried about Hawkeye, but from what I've heard Radar say about this young lady, and from what you've told me, Hawkeye seems to be enjoying himself. Why can't you let him be happy just this one time?"
"Because there is something about her I just don't like!" BJ started "She's dangerous, Cornel, I know it, I just~"
"CHOPPERS!" Radar shouted
"Sounds like things are going to start jumping over there." Potter said "Listen, this is just another one of Hawkeye's flings. Let it run its course and before you know it everything will be back to normal."
"Yeah," BJ sighed angrily "normal."
"That's a good boy!" Potter said cheerfully "Now, go and save some lives. Maybe that will ease your mind a bit. I'll call tomorrow to see how things are going."
"And tell us if you've found anything?"
"If anything is presented to me, I'll let you know, but I'm not gonna keep looking. It's like beating a dead horse, pardon the expression; it doesn't do you any good and it doesn't make the horse get up. Good-bye, BJ."
BJ nodded as the click from the other end told him Cornel Potter had hung up. Reluctantly he hung up the phone and sat back, listening to the sounds of the choppers getting closer and closer. When the dull whirling had become a loud roar, BJ forced himself out of Cornel Potter's chair and raced out to the compound.
As BJ burst out of the office doors he crashed into Hawkeye who was going in.
"Beej, I was just coming to get you!" Hawkeye said
"Hawk!" BJ gasped "When did you get back?"
"About a minute before the choppers started landing in our backyard. What were you doing on the phone? Telling Peg how to unstop the toilet again? Or is it something more serious this time, like where to go to get a good rate on sparkplugs?"
BJ frowned "Peg knows how to unstop the toilets and we don't need any sparkplugs. I was talking to Cornel Potter."
"That a fact?" Hawkeye said, turning his attention to the wounded young men that were being laid out all over the compound.
"Where did you go this afternoon?"
"Klinger! Get this guy inside! Multiple internal injuries and a broken leg! Oh, no where special, just a little hole in the ground. Let's move it, Klinger!"
"I'm sorry, Sir!" Klinger ran up as fast as he could, his dress hiked up as far as he dared "I couldn't find a pair of shoes to match this dress!"
"Why not go bare foot? You might get better connected." Hawkeye said with a smirk
"Connected to what? Bruises, cuts and blisters?"
"Never mind. Just get this kid into Pre-Op right away, if I start now I can save him before my lunch break."
"Cornel Potter found something very interesting about Morana." BJ said, checking a young soldier for a pulse
"Oh, yeah?" Hawkeye asked, looking over the boy next to BJ "What he find?"
"Nothing."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
"He found nothing? You just said he found something interesting out on Morana....wait, why was he even looking for~"
"Remember when Radar said he couldn't find any information on Morana? Litter!"
"Yeah, so?"
"Take this man into Pre-Op, start him on whole blood and an IV, now! Cornel Potter said he would look around HQ while he was in Tokyo, and it turns out that even they don't have files on Morana."
"Well, of course they're not."
"What do you mean?"
"Morana isn't part of the US forces over here, she's with the Slavs."
"Slavs?"
"Yeah, Morana is Slavic, she was born in Czechoslovakia." Hawkeye rolled his eyes and smiles "You should hear her speak her native tongue. Oh! It's beautiful!"
"Is Czechoslovakia even a part of the UN occupation over here?"
"They must be if Morana's here. Right?"
"Right. All right, people, let's move these boys inside! Let's go, let's go!"
"Ah, Pierce," Charles said, as the three doctors made their way into Pre-Op "have fun, did you?"
"Yes, Charles, we had a wonderful time. Morana thanks you for the box of chocolates, they were delicious."
"Well, she is very welcome. She's a very nice girl. It's a pleasure doing things for her."
"So long as I pay you in advance."
"Ah, you see, you're learning! And they said it couldn't be done."
As Charles and Hawkeye disappeared into the scrub room, BJ stopped in the door way. Something had caught his eye. A figure in a black robe slowly descended from the helipad, the rode flowing like morning fog. An unearthly grace surrounded the figure, and it sent chills in the air... and down BJ's back. BJ closed the door and started to walk across the deserted compound, towards the figure.
It was a slender, female figure with long, flowing hair. As she started down the road towards the Operating Theater she stopped and brushed her hair back. A pair of black eyes stared right at BJ as he stopped.
"BJ?" Radar called from Pre-Op
BJ turned towards Radar, then turned back towards the figure. But she was gone. He hadn't turned his head for a second and she was gone. Still, those eyes, that hair...
BJ shivered as a cold rush of wind blew across the compound. BJ grabbed his arms and raced into the Operating Theater, trying to forget what he had seen.
* * * * *
"Table's free!" Hawkeye said, peeling his blood soaked gloves off his hands "Who's next?"
"That's the last of the wounded, Doctor." Kelly said
"You sure?"
"What's the matter, Hawk?" BJ asked, looking up from his patient
"I could have sworn there were more out there."
"38 soldiers," Klinger sighed as he restocked the fridge with bottles of blood "13 with chest wounds, 14 with abdominal wounds and 10 with broken limbs on top of abdominal or chest wounds."
"That's 37, Klinger, what happened to the 38th guy?"
"He's in Post-Op, unconscious and in shock. Kid took a pretty bad blow to the head."
"I looked him over, Pierce," Charles said "we can't do anything until he's stable."
"And right now he's vitals are as shaky as palm tree in a hurricane." BJ growled "Kelly, close this guy up for me, will you?"
"Sure thing, Doctor." Kelly said "By the way, are you all right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when you came in to scrub up you looked like you had seen a ghost, and all during the session you seemed....I don't know, bothered by something."
BJ took his gloves off slowly, running the image of the robed figure walking down the helipad over and over in his mind. The way she held herself, the way the temperature dropped as she neared the compound, the way BJ's heart raced as she looked in his eyes, it all sent chills down his back and made his heart skip a beat.
"I don't like it." BJ said under his breath
"Don't like what, Beej?" Hawkeye asked as he approached his friend. "War, senseless death, destructions and violence? The military, the meals, the olive drab?"
"Morana?" Charles threw in with a smile
"Charles, how would you like me to sew your lips together?" BJ asked
"Oh, Beej, don't tell me your still sore about Morana." Hawkeye sighed, his face twisted with disappointment and surprise.
"I just find it strange that a nurse as skilled as she is does not have an accessible file, that's all!" BJ said, ducking into the scrub room
"I explained why she doesn't have a file, Beej." Hawkeye followed
BJ turned the faucet on full, hoping the water would not only wash away the blood but the current conversation and image of the robed figure.
"Why don't you like her?" Hawkeye demanded "And don't say because you can't find her file, you haven't like her since the two of you met!"
"Hawk, listen, I'm tired and you're tired, now is not the time." BJ said
Hawkeye slammed the faucet off and shouted "Now is the perfect time!"
"Pierce!" Charles shouted as he came into the room "Calmness! Calmness. Let us not take our frustrations out on each other."
"I want to know what you two have against Morana." Hawkeye said as calmly as he could muster
"Two of us? Why drag me into this?" Charles asked
"Because you share a tent with the two of us," Hawkeye said "I doubt you have managed to stay neutral on this subject."
"Trust me, I've tried."
"Look, Hawkeye...." BJ started "She gives me the creeps."
"Why?" Hawkeye demanded
"I....I can't explain it! It's something about her eyes and her mannerisms her....I don't know, her aura I guess."
"Eyes and auras? What, are you a fortune teller now?"
"Hawk~"
"Look, how about this? In a few days Cornel Potter is going to come back and when he does there is going to be a party. Now, I've invited Morana to come."
"Hawk."
"No, no, no, just hear me out. I'll ask her to come early so the two of you can talk with her and get to know her and get all these fears and doubts out of your head, okay?"
"Why is it so important to you that we like her?" Charles asked
"Why is it so important to you that I don't?" Hawkeye snorted as he walked out of the scrub room and towards the Swamp. Charles and BJ sighed, Hawkeye had made a good point but that still didn't make the bad feeling go away.
* * * * *
Kelly checked off a few things on Private Steller's chart before checking the various tubes that were attached to his arms. His vital signs were good and improving with every minute that passed, but it wasn't an easy battle. Steller had to fight for every minute that passed.
As Kelly adjusted the IV attached to Steller's right arm she noticed the bandage around his head was now a deep crimson. The wound on his head must have reopened.
"Baker," Kelly called to the other nurse on duty "can you get me some more bandages, please?"
"That was the last roll." Baker said, coming over to Steller's bed "I sent Bigolow down to the supply room for more, but she hasn't come back yet."
"Knowing Bigolow she probably stopped by the Swamp to give Hawkeye a chewing out." Kelly said "He's really settled down now that Morana's in his life. He's not drinking as much, he's happier, and he's stopped chasing all the nurses. Major Houlihan must be happier about the last one than Bigolow, won't you say, Baker?"
"It won't last." Baker snorted
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy~"
"Tell you what, Kelly, I'll look after Steller while you track down Bigolow and get the bandages."
Kelly could take the hint, though she was surprised that Baker was upset by Hawkeye's newest love interest. She could have sworn that Baker was one of the few nurses at the 4077th that did their best to ignore Hawkeye and his advances, but now it appeared that she had been playing hard to get. You learn something new everyday.
Kelly brushed a few stray strands of hair from Steller's face. The boy couldn't have been more than 18 years old, his skin was pale and smooth as silk. His hands were blister free and the nails neatly trimmed. The only ragged aspect of this young solider was his hair, which looked more like mob tassels than hair. How many days, how many hours had this young man been in Korea before his first battle? How many horrors had he seen, how many of his buddies fell in front of him before he, too, became a casualty? Kelly didn't like thinking about that sort of thing, but they were questions that came with the territory.
As Kelly force herself away from the patient and left Post-Op, Baker went over to the desk and began filling out some of the other patients' paper work. To pass the time, she hummed a little tune, a lullaby her mother used to sing to her as a child. As she got more involved in her work, she started to sing the words very softly.
"Baby's boat's a silver moon/ Sailing o'er the sky/ Sailing o'er the sea of dew/ While the clouds float by."
A cold breeze brushed passed Baker, sending a chill down her back. She stopped singing and turned. The room was deathly still, not a single bed sheet rustled nor a single curtain moved to give Baker any indication as to where the wind came from. Also, all the doors and windows were closed. Baker shrugged and told herself it was only her imagination.
"Baby's fishing for a dream/ Fishing near and far,"
Private Steller began to shiver. His hands clenched and relaxed nervously, sweat poured down his face and his heart skipped a beat. A cold void settled in around him.
"Her line a silver moonbeam is/ Her bait a silver star."
The young boy tossed his head back and forth a few times, as though to prevent someone from touching him. His struggles were stopped suddenly as he felt a pair of ice cold hands grab his face and forced it still.
"Sail, Baby, sail/ Out across the sea/"
Steller's eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to scream....but stopped. His eyes settled on the figure before him cloaked in a black robe. The eyes were as dark as coal and as warm as any fire they could produce. The hands stroked his check and the face behind the hood smiled.
"Only don't forget to sail/ Back again to me." the figure sang along with Baker
Baker gasped, leapt out of her chair and turned to see the robed figure crouching over Private Steller. The Private's body was arched, as though in pain and the figure appeared to be lifting the poor boy from the bed by his face.
Baker screamed!
The figure turned sharply, the robe snapping a cold, icy wind at Baker, who fell back into her chair with such force she crashed to the floor. As Baker fell to the ground unconscious, Radar and BJ burst through the Post-Op doors and charged towards the figure.
"HEY!" BJ shouted at the robed figure "Get away from him!"
The figure released Steller, who fell back into the bed like a rag doll, and bolted from the Post-Op!
"Radar!" BJ shouted, as he knelt by Steller's side "Check Baker."
The other patients were awake now, all of them shouting and asking questions, but BJ was more concerned about Steller. He tried desperately to get a pulse from Steller, using every technique he knew to restart his heart.
He quickly realized Steller as gone.
"Radar," BJ said "get on the intercom and tell the camp to be on the look out for a guy about five foot three wearing a black robe. He just killed Private Steller."
The Korean War started in 1950 and lasted until 1953, during that time 36,570 American soldiers died and 103,284 were wounded. A total of 4 million Koreans lost their lives during the war, as well. In 1997, the last MASH unit was retired in South Korea. Larry Linville, who passed away on April 10th, 2000, attended the ceremony.
This fanfiction is dedicated to all those involved in the M*A*S*H movie, released in 1969, the series that followed it in 1972, which lasted until 1983, and those brave men and women who served during the Korean War. We salute you all and thank you.
Information gathered from the following sites:
Nurse Baker's Lullaby was found at
~~ Black Widow
M*A*S*H: Date with Death
Chapter Two: Casualties of War
"What do you mean 'No records'!" BJ boomed into the telephone "How can a person have no records!"
"The same way Captain Pierce was declared dead," Potter tried to calm BJ down from the other end of the phone "the Military makes mistakes."
"Cornel, having NO records is different from having your records misfiled."
"Look, I've thrown my weight around down here so much the building has almost capsized, I've called in favors, I've even gone to meetings I wasn't invited to on the off chance I might meet someone who could help us, but there are just no files on a Morana P. Erishkigal."
"What about our allies?"
"What about them?"
"Well, if she's not with the US, then maybe she's with one of our allies."
"Sweet Santa Ann, BJ, I can't ask every diplomat, general and reporter down here from all 17 nations to check their records on this girl! I'm up here for recreation, not business."
"I know, Cornel, I know, but I just....that is, I~"
"Son, I know you're worried about Hawkeye, but from what I've heard Radar say about this young lady, and from what you've told me, Hawkeye seems to be enjoying himself. Why can't you let him be happy just this one time?"
"Because there is something about her I just don't like!" BJ started "She's dangerous, Cornel, I know it, I just~"
"CHOPPERS!" Radar shouted
"Sounds like things are going to start jumping over there." Potter said "Listen, this is just another one of Hawkeye's flings. Let it run its course and before you know it everything will be back to normal."
"Yeah," BJ sighed angrily "normal."
"That's a good boy!" Potter said cheerfully "Now, go and save some lives. Maybe that will ease your mind a bit. I'll call tomorrow to see how things are going."
"And tell us if you've found anything?"
"If anything is presented to me, I'll let you know, but I'm not gonna keep looking. It's like beating a dead horse, pardon the expression; it doesn't do you any good and it doesn't make the horse get up. Good-bye, BJ."
BJ nodded as the click from the other end told him Cornel Potter had hung up. Reluctantly he hung up the phone and sat back, listening to the sounds of the choppers getting closer and closer. When the dull whirling had become a loud roar, BJ forced himself out of Cornel Potter's chair and raced out to the compound.
As BJ burst out of the office doors he crashed into Hawkeye who was going in.
"Beej, I was just coming to get you!" Hawkeye said
"Hawk!" BJ gasped "When did you get back?"
"About a minute before the choppers started landing in our backyard. What were you doing on the phone? Telling Peg how to unstop the toilet again? Or is it something more serious this time, like where to go to get a good rate on sparkplugs?"
BJ frowned "Peg knows how to unstop the toilets and we don't need any sparkplugs. I was talking to Cornel Potter."
"That a fact?" Hawkeye said, turning his attention to the wounded young men that were being laid out all over the compound.
"Where did you go this afternoon?"
"Klinger! Get this guy inside! Multiple internal injuries and a broken leg! Oh, no where special, just a little hole in the ground. Let's move it, Klinger!"
"I'm sorry, Sir!" Klinger ran up as fast as he could, his dress hiked up as far as he dared "I couldn't find a pair of shoes to match this dress!"
"Why not go bare foot? You might get better connected." Hawkeye said with a smirk
"Connected to what? Bruises, cuts and blisters?"
"Never mind. Just get this kid into Pre-Op right away, if I start now I can save him before my lunch break."
"Cornel Potter found something very interesting about Morana." BJ said, checking a young soldier for a pulse
"Oh, yeah?" Hawkeye asked, looking over the boy next to BJ "What he find?"
"Nothing."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
"He found nothing? You just said he found something interesting out on Morana....wait, why was he even looking for~"
"Remember when Radar said he couldn't find any information on Morana? Litter!"
"Yeah, so?"
"Take this man into Pre-Op, start him on whole blood and an IV, now! Cornel Potter said he would look around HQ while he was in Tokyo, and it turns out that even they don't have files on Morana."
"Well, of course they're not."
"What do you mean?"
"Morana isn't part of the US forces over here, she's with the Slavs."
"Slavs?"
"Yeah, Morana is Slavic, she was born in Czechoslovakia." Hawkeye rolled his eyes and smiles "You should hear her speak her native tongue. Oh! It's beautiful!"
"Is Czechoslovakia even a part of the UN occupation over here?"
"They must be if Morana's here. Right?"
"Right. All right, people, let's move these boys inside! Let's go, let's go!"
"Ah, Pierce," Charles said, as the three doctors made their way into Pre-Op "have fun, did you?"
"Yes, Charles, we had a wonderful time. Morana thanks you for the box of chocolates, they were delicious."
"Well, she is very welcome. She's a very nice girl. It's a pleasure doing things for her."
"So long as I pay you in advance."
"Ah, you see, you're learning! And they said it couldn't be done."
As Charles and Hawkeye disappeared into the scrub room, BJ stopped in the door way. Something had caught his eye. A figure in a black robe slowly descended from the helipad, the rode flowing like morning fog. An unearthly grace surrounded the figure, and it sent chills in the air... and down BJ's back. BJ closed the door and started to walk across the deserted compound, towards the figure.
It was a slender, female figure with long, flowing hair. As she started down the road towards the Operating Theater she stopped and brushed her hair back. A pair of black eyes stared right at BJ as he stopped.
"BJ?" Radar called from Pre-Op
BJ turned towards Radar, then turned back towards the figure. But she was gone. He hadn't turned his head for a second and she was gone. Still, those eyes, that hair...
BJ shivered as a cold rush of wind blew across the compound. BJ grabbed his arms and raced into the Operating Theater, trying to forget what he had seen.
* * * * *
"Table's free!" Hawkeye said, peeling his blood soaked gloves off his hands "Who's next?"
"That's the last of the wounded, Doctor." Kelly said
"You sure?"
"What's the matter, Hawk?" BJ asked, looking up from his patient
"I could have sworn there were more out there."
"38 soldiers," Klinger sighed as he restocked the fridge with bottles of blood "13 with chest wounds, 14 with abdominal wounds and 10 with broken limbs on top of abdominal or chest wounds."
"That's 37, Klinger, what happened to the 38th guy?"
"He's in Post-Op, unconscious and in shock. Kid took a pretty bad blow to the head."
"I looked him over, Pierce," Charles said "we can't do anything until he's stable."
"And right now he's vitals are as shaky as palm tree in a hurricane." BJ growled "Kelly, close this guy up for me, will you?"
"Sure thing, Doctor." Kelly said "By the way, are you all right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when you came in to scrub up you looked like you had seen a ghost, and all during the session you seemed....I don't know, bothered by something."
BJ took his gloves off slowly, running the image of the robed figure walking down the helipad over and over in his mind. The way she held herself, the way the temperature dropped as she neared the compound, the way BJ's heart raced as she looked in his eyes, it all sent chills down his back and made his heart skip a beat.
"I don't like it." BJ said under his breath
"Don't like what, Beej?" Hawkeye asked as he approached his friend. "War, senseless death, destructions and violence? The military, the meals, the olive drab?"
"Morana?" Charles threw in with a smile
"Charles, how would you like me to sew your lips together?" BJ asked
"Oh, Beej, don't tell me your still sore about Morana." Hawkeye sighed, his face twisted with disappointment and surprise.
"I just find it strange that a nurse as skilled as she is does not have an accessible file, that's all!" BJ said, ducking into the scrub room
"I explained why she doesn't have a file, Beej." Hawkeye followed
BJ turned the faucet on full, hoping the water would not only wash away the blood but the current conversation and image of the robed figure.
"Why don't you like her?" Hawkeye demanded "And don't say because you can't find her file, you haven't like her since the two of you met!"
"Hawk, listen, I'm tired and you're tired, now is not the time." BJ said
Hawkeye slammed the faucet off and shouted "Now is the perfect time!"
"Pierce!" Charles shouted as he came into the room "Calmness! Calmness. Let us not take our frustrations out on each other."
"I want to know what you two have against Morana." Hawkeye said as calmly as he could muster
"Two of us? Why drag me into this?" Charles asked
"Because you share a tent with the two of us," Hawkeye said "I doubt you have managed to stay neutral on this subject."
"Trust me, I've tried."
"Look, Hawkeye...." BJ started "She gives me the creeps."
"Why?" Hawkeye demanded
"I....I can't explain it! It's something about her eyes and her mannerisms her....I don't know, her aura I guess."
"Eyes and auras? What, are you a fortune teller now?"
"Hawk~"
"Look, how about this? In a few days Cornel Potter is going to come back and when he does there is going to be a party. Now, I've invited Morana to come."
"Hawk."
"No, no, no, just hear me out. I'll ask her to come early so the two of you can talk with her and get to know her and get all these fears and doubts out of your head, okay?"
"Why is it so important to you that we like her?" Charles asked
"Why is it so important to you that I don't?" Hawkeye snorted as he walked out of the scrub room and towards the Swamp. Charles and BJ sighed, Hawkeye had made a good point but that still didn't make the bad feeling go away.
* * * * *
Kelly checked off a few things on Private Steller's chart before checking the various tubes that were attached to his arms. His vital signs were good and improving with every minute that passed, but it wasn't an easy battle. Steller had to fight for every minute that passed.
As Kelly adjusted the IV attached to Steller's right arm she noticed the bandage around his head was now a deep crimson. The wound on his head must have reopened.
"Baker," Kelly called to the other nurse on duty "can you get me some more bandages, please?"
"That was the last roll." Baker said, coming over to Steller's bed "I sent Bigolow down to the supply room for more, but she hasn't come back yet."
"Knowing Bigolow she probably stopped by the Swamp to give Hawkeye a chewing out." Kelly said "He's really settled down now that Morana's in his life. He's not drinking as much, he's happier, and he's stopped chasing all the nurses. Major Houlihan must be happier about the last one than Bigolow, won't you say, Baker?"
"It won't last." Baker snorted
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy~"
"Tell you what, Kelly, I'll look after Steller while you track down Bigolow and get the bandages."
Kelly could take the hint, though she was surprised that Baker was upset by Hawkeye's newest love interest. She could have sworn that Baker was one of the few nurses at the 4077th that did their best to ignore Hawkeye and his advances, but now it appeared that she had been playing hard to get. You learn something new everyday.
Kelly brushed a few stray strands of hair from Steller's face. The boy couldn't have been more than 18 years old, his skin was pale and smooth as silk. His hands were blister free and the nails neatly trimmed. The only ragged aspect of this young solider was his hair, which looked more like mob tassels than hair. How many days, how many hours had this young man been in Korea before his first battle? How many horrors had he seen, how many of his buddies fell in front of him before he, too, became a casualty? Kelly didn't like thinking about that sort of thing, but they were questions that came with the territory.
As Kelly force herself away from the patient and left Post-Op, Baker went over to the desk and began filling out some of the other patients' paper work. To pass the time, she hummed a little tune, a lullaby her mother used to sing to her as a child. As she got more involved in her work, she started to sing the words very softly.
"Baby's boat's a silver moon/ Sailing o'er the sky/ Sailing o'er the sea of dew/ While the clouds float by."
A cold breeze brushed passed Baker, sending a chill down her back. She stopped singing and turned. The room was deathly still, not a single bed sheet rustled nor a single curtain moved to give Baker any indication as to where the wind came from. Also, all the doors and windows were closed. Baker shrugged and told herself it was only her imagination.
"Baby's fishing for a dream/ Fishing near and far,"
Private Steller began to shiver. His hands clenched and relaxed nervously, sweat poured down his face and his heart skipped a beat. A cold void settled in around him.
"Her line a silver moonbeam is/ Her bait a silver star."
The young boy tossed his head back and forth a few times, as though to prevent someone from touching him. His struggles were stopped suddenly as he felt a pair of ice cold hands grab his face and forced it still.
"Sail, Baby, sail/ Out across the sea/"
Steller's eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to scream....but stopped. His eyes settled on the figure before him cloaked in a black robe. The eyes were as dark as coal and as warm as any fire they could produce. The hands stroked his check and the face behind the hood smiled.
"Only don't forget to sail/ Back again to me." the figure sang along with Baker
Baker gasped, leapt out of her chair and turned to see the robed figure crouching over Private Steller. The Private's body was arched, as though in pain and the figure appeared to be lifting the poor boy from the bed by his face.
Baker screamed!
The figure turned sharply, the robe snapping a cold, icy wind at Baker, who fell back into her chair with such force she crashed to the floor. As Baker fell to the ground unconscious, Radar and BJ burst through the Post-Op doors and charged towards the figure.
"HEY!" BJ shouted at the robed figure "Get away from him!"
The figure released Steller, who fell back into the bed like a rag doll, and bolted from the Post-Op!
"Radar!" BJ shouted, as he knelt by Steller's side "Check Baker."
The other patients were awake now, all of them shouting and asking questions, but BJ was more concerned about Steller. He tried desperately to get a pulse from Steller, using every technique he knew to restart his heart.
He quickly realized Steller as gone.
"Radar," BJ said "get on the intercom and tell the camp to be on the look out for a guy about five foot three wearing a black robe. He just killed Private Steller."
