'Come on, put him on the desk,' Henry said, pushing everything on the desk
onto the floor. Klinger groaned and tried to sit up.
'No, lay down,' Alex said firmly. 'You'll make it worse.'
'Is it enough to go home?' Klinger asked.
'No,' Trapper said after inspecting it.
'Damn it,' Klinger said, and Alex smiled, though fear was flooding through her. She went to Henry's liqueur cabinet and took out a bottle of scotch. Taking the lid off, she handed it to Klinger.
'Drink this. It'll numb your senses,' she told Klinger. Klinger was helped into a sitting position by Trapper and Radar, and he gulped some of the alcohol down. Next, Alex took the bottle from Klinger once he had drunk maybe a third of the bottle. She tipped some over the bullet wound.
'It acts like a disinfectant,' Alex explained. 'Do we have tweezers, or anything?' Everyone shook their heads. Alex swore and examined the bullet hole again. 'Tongue depressors? Nails? Anything will do!' Alex said, looking around the tent. Henry suddenly took his hat off.
'How about a lure? Will that work?' he asked.
'It'll have to do,' Hawkeye said.
'Pick a lure, Henry,' Trapper said. Henry took a lure with a long hook in it from his hat, and handed it to Alex.
'Maybe someone else should do this,' she said after looking at the lure for a minute. 'I'm no doctor.'
'Pass it here,' Trapper said. He bent the hook to make it straighter, and carefully put it into the bloody hole in Klinger's shoulder. Somehow, he managed to get the bullet out.
'Well, we can't sew it up. What do you suggest?' Trapper asked, putting the lure and bullet on a shelf.
'We'll have to bandage it up for now,' Alex replied. She ripped the bottom of Klinger's dress off, and began to tie it roughly around the wound. 'Feeling ok?' she asked Klinger.
'You owe me a new dress,' Klinger replied, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.
'I promise I'll buy you a new dress,' Alex said. 'And I also owe Henry a lure and a bottle of brandy.'
'It was scotch,' Henry said.
'Right, I owe you a bottle of scotch. But until I get to Seoul or Tokyo to get them, what are we going to do?' Alex said, making sure the bandage was on Klinger's arm properly.
'I saw we give Klinger to the enemy. He obviously want's him,' Frank said.
'Sorry, did I just hear you correctly, sir?' Alex asked, saying sir in the most sarcastic voice she could muster. 'Are you telling me, you'd let the manic out there kill one man in the false hope he'll leave us alone, sir?'
'Well, he did shoot him,' Frank said.
'Major, that doesn't mean anything. I can't believe you'd be so rotten to send someone out there to die so you could live,' Alex said.
'Look, calm down,' Henry said. 'We're not sending anyone out there.'
'No, Henry, let's do what Frank suggested. Let's send someone out there to be killed for no good reason, so Ferret Face can live,' Alex said, getting worked up.
'Alex, calm down,' Hawkeye said. 'Maybe we can call a chopper in to have him shot down, or something.'
'This close to camp? That's a bit dangerous, Frank might cope a bullet,' Alex said, shooting angry glares at the Major.
'Alex, as your superior officer, I command you to shut up!' Margaret said.
'No!' Alex yelled. 'Frank wants to send someone out there, fine, we'll send someone out there! I'm going!' And with that, Alex walked out of the door, and outside. Hawkeye ran to the door, and tried to pull her inside, but Alex pulled away.
'Alex, come back inside before you're killed,' Hawkeye hissed. 'No,' Alex hissed back. She sat on the ground, where the sniper couldn't miss her. She sat on the ground, leg crossed and arms folded across her chest. She stared defiantly up at the North Korean, and waited. The Korean watched her for a few minutes, and Alex slowly calmed down. It hit her with a jolt that she was sitting defenseless on the ground with a dangerous man watching her from the roof of a military van.
'Uh, Hawkeye, I'm ready to come back now,' she said, getting up slowly, and she started to make her way to the door. The Korean suddenly yelled something, and Alex stopped.
'No, lay down,' Alex said firmly. 'You'll make it worse.'
'Is it enough to go home?' Klinger asked.
'No,' Trapper said after inspecting it.
'Damn it,' Klinger said, and Alex smiled, though fear was flooding through her. She went to Henry's liqueur cabinet and took out a bottle of scotch. Taking the lid off, she handed it to Klinger.
'Drink this. It'll numb your senses,' she told Klinger. Klinger was helped into a sitting position by Trapper and Radar, and he gulped some of the alcohol down. Next, Alex took the bottle from Klinger once he had drunk maybe a third of the bottle. She tipped some over the bullet wound.
'It acts like a disinfectant,' Alex explained. 'Do we have tweezers, or anything?' Everyone shook their heads. Alex swore and examined the bullet hole again. 'Tongue depressors? Nails? Anything will do!' Alex said, looking around the tent. Henry suddenly took his hat off.
'How about a lure? Will that work?' he asked.
'It'll have to do,' Hawkeye said.
'Pick a lure, Henry,' Trapper said. Henry took a lure with a long hook in it from his hat, and handed it to Alex.
'Maybe someone else should do this,' she said after looking at the lure for a minute. 'I'm no doctor.'
'Pass it here,' Trapper said. He bent the hook to make it straighter, and carefully put it into the bloody hole in Klinger's shoulder. Somehow, he managed to get the bullet out.
'Well, we can't sew it up. What do you suggest?' Trapper asked, putting the lure and bullet on a shelf.
'We'll have to bandage it up for now,' Alex replied. She ripped the bottom of Klinger's dress off, and began to tie it roughly around the wound. 'Feeling ok?' she asked Klinger.
'You owe me a new dress,' Klinger replied, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.
'I promise I'll buy you a new dress,' Alex said. 'And I also owe Henry a lure and a bottle of brandy.'
'It was scotch,' Henry said.
'Right, I owe you a bottle of scotch. But until I get to Seoul or Tokyo to get them, what are we going to do?' Alex said, making sure the bandage was on Klinger's arm properly.
'I saw we give Klinger to the enemy. He obviously want's him,' Frank said.
'Sorry, did I just hear you correctly, sir?' Alex asked, saying sir in the most sarcastic voice she could muster. 'Are you telling me, you'd let the manic out there kill one man in the false hope he'll leave us alone, sir?'
'Well, he did shoot him,' Frank said.
'Major, that doesn't mean anything. I can't believe you'd be so rotten to send someone out there to die so you could live,' Alex said.
'Look, calm down,' Henry said. 'We're not sending anyone out there.'
'No, Henry, let's do what Frank suggested. Let's send someone out there to be killed for no good reason, so Ferret Face can live,' Alex said, getting worked up.
'Alex, calm down,' Hawkeye said. 'Maybe we can call a chopper in to have him shot down, or something.'
'This close to camp? That's a bit dangerous, Frank might cope a bullet,' Alex said, shooting angry glares at the Major.
'Alex, as your superior officer, I command you to shut up!' Margaret said.
'No!' Alex yelled. 'Frank wants to send someone out there, fine, we'll send someone out there! I'm going!' And with that, Alex walked out of the door, and outside. Hawkeye ran to the door, and tried to pull her inside, but Alex pulled away.
'Alex, come back inside before you're killed,' Hawkeye hissed. 'No,' Alex hissed back. She sat on the ground, where the sniper couldn't miss her. She sat on the ground, leg crossed and arms folded across her chest. She stared defiantly up at the North Korean, and waited. The Korean watched her for a few minutes, and Alex slowly calmed down. It hit her with a jolt that she was sitting defenseless on the ground with a dangerous man watching her from the roof of a military van.
'Uh, Hawkeye, I'm ready to come back now,' she said, getting up slowly, and she started to make her way to the door. The Korean suddenly yelled something, and Alex stopped.