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But you're a girl - chapter fourteen
'Excuse me ma'am, did I leave my boots under your bed?'
Chrissie whipped round to see Trapper towering over her. He was, as always, wearing a cheeky grin; never seen without one Chrissie thought to herself quietly. She quickly shut her journal and moved over to make space for Trapper on the out-crop on which she sat. His faux southern drawl had vanished when he spoke again.
'Haven't seen much of you these past few days, come to that, I haven't really seen Hawk either' Trapp moaned, Hawk made the better martini's around the Swamp and he had hardly been there to keep Trapper happy. And as Hawkeye was Trapper's main gin supplier, it was very bad for Trapp to be away from him for more then a few hours 'I only seem to see you in surgery, you and Hawk had a fight?'
'Oh no nothing like that' Chrissie laughed
'Then were do you sneak off to with my drinking partner?' Trapp questioned.
'Oh just somewhere' Chrissie smiled, a grin bending the corners of her mouth. Truth be told, several days back, Hawk had found a convenient 'secret' place for them to escape to. He hadn't even told Trapper, this defiantly meant a lot to Hawkeye.
'McIntyre' an intruding voice boomed behind them.
As Trapper swivelled around in answer to his name, his eye caught that of Major Burns. His eyes were deep set from lack of sleep and the right corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
'What is it Frank?' Trapper questioned 'can't you see that I and this lady of the female persuasion are trying to have a conversation?' he indicated Chrissie sitting to his right.
'That' Frank spat as he quickly ran his icy vengeful eyes over Hallwell 'is none of my concern'. Undertones of bitterness racked his voice as his eyes glinted maliciously. 'You are needed in Post-Op' Frank muttered as he took on finally glare at Chrissie and stalked away, hands in his pockets and head held low.
Chrissie's body physically quivered as a sharp intake of breath ran through her lungs. The very vision of that man disgusted and physically repulsed her. Trapper noticed the Goosebumps that plagued Chrissie's skin and as a result, placed his hands onto her arms and began to rub her skin.
'Ignore the moron' Trapper breathed 'he's not worth the vacant space he occupies'.
Trapper pulled Chrissie from the dusty rock as he made a path for post-op. As Chrissie pushed through the door into post-op she nearly fell over a body sitting on the floor. She placed her hands on the doorframe and steadied her gaze on the figure that seemed to be securing an IV tube to the wall. That crop of ebony hair was unmistakable.
'Hawkeye' Chrissie whispered 'what are you doing?'
Hawkeye twisted around with a mischievous glint in his eye and spoke, as he were a child containing an obvious secret.
'Oh nothing, just the remnants of a joke that Chuckles was the unfortunate recipient of' Hawkeye grinned 'then he refused to do his shift'.
'That must be why you're here Trapp' Chrissie figured 'to cover the shift for needle nose'.
'Anything serious Hawk?' Trapper questioned as they all pushed through a set of khaki doors.
'Nothing really' Hawk sighed, almost relishing a challenge 'Weston's cast needs to be checked and Private Thompson has been running a fever from yesterday's appendectomy'.
'What's his current temp?' Chrissie questioned as she examined Thompson's chart.
'Uh, 102.4' Hawk voiced as he careful checked the patient for any other signs of post-operative stress.
Chrissie pursed her lips and nodded slowly, this case puzzled her; his elevated temperature was an indication of an abscess but he showed no other signs that would lead her to believe otherwise.
'He's still showing some tenderness even after a full course of penicillin' Hawk pondered, he too was perplexed by this case. 'Just keep a spare eye on him Trapp'.
McIntyre nodded as he thoughtful walked to the attending desk in the corner to retrieve more blood work notes.
'So Hawk' Chrissie began in a questioning tone 'what exactly did you do to Frank?'
Hawkeye's booming filled the room as he grinned, the childish glint still in his eyes. 'I really didn't have to do anything, ferret face brought it on himself via his own stupidity'.
The weather had taken a definite turn for the worse; the recent pleasant weather was defiantly the lull before the storm. Darkness seemed to fall earlier each day as sheets of freezing rain soaked the compound continually. Radar and other corpsmen were kept bust digging trenches around the tents to reduce the risk of flooding. Two of the broken generators had been repaired but the constant rain and atrocious weather had reduced the camp back down to one weak generator. Once darkness had fallen, it was inadvisable to do anything but stay in your quarters. Hawkeye believed this to be the best news he had heard for the entire war. This however put Chrissie in a difficult position; she still had a 12-hour shift to finish with Hawkeye following her around the camp, beckoning for her to come to bed. She finally shook him off by finding a poker game for him to join.
As casualty rates had fallen after the heavy tide of wounded that had filled the last few days and night, supplies had to be checked; this privilege fell to Chrissie.
'Oh joy of joys' Chrissie breathed to herself as a heavy deluge of water soaked through her boots on opening the supply tent door.
The howling December gale ripped through what remained of the supply tent, the already harsh weather conditions had torn the roofing canvas. The bitter chill of the pouring rain caused Chrissie to outwardly shiver as she ran a pale finger down a shelf of supplies; her fingernails blue tinged from the freezing storm. As sudden clap of thunder caused Chrissie to bound upwards, causing her to hit the back of her head on an iron case of penicillin. Cursing under her breath, Chrissie raised a shaking hand to inspect the wound. Bringing her hand away revealed a streak of ruby red blood across her fingers. Behind her, the wooden door creaked loudly and continued to bang against the force of the wind. Chrissie had the unmistakable feeling she was being watched; an eerie shiver passing up her spine. Shaking it off, Chrissie continued to count loose cardiac needles.
Suddenly, Chrissie was aware of a presence behind her but the following events ensued too quickly for her to respond. A cloth was forced around her mouth and nose that smelled strongly of ether. Her vision swam as Chrissie fought the strong embrace holding her still but her attempts were made redundant as the floor came up to meet her.
The pounding in her head had awoken Chrissie; the loud drumming caused her whole body to shake. As her vision returned, she began to recognise her surroundings; Chrissie was in the supply room. As the rest of the ether left her system, Chrissie began to realise the oddity of her surroundings and her venerable position. Friction burned at her wrists and ankles, this meant she was tied down with strong cord; no matter how much she struggled Chrissie could not free herself.
'So, you're awake' a callous, bitter voice carried across the room. That voice was distinctive; Chrissie froze as recognition flooded her face. It was Frank.
Chrissie tried to scream for help but she had been bound and gagged using a surgical gown. Major Burns raised himself to his feet from his dark corner and flicked his lit cigarette at Chrissie's prone figure, which hit her on the cheek. The fire red burning tip of the cigarette burned her skin with a punishment of hell fire. She wanted to scream but the gown bound tightly around her mouth proved impregnable.
'There's no-one here to help you now' Burns drawled as his figure approached her, Chrissie still squirming against her bonds.
Chrissie's eyes bored into his, searching for an answer to his motive, but, as if he could read her mind, he started to explain.
'Since that first dark day that you dared to arrive, you have managed to make my life a rushing torment' Frank's eyes burnt with malevolence, no hint of remorse showed through on his pale face. 'You are a poorly trained medic who should never been allowed into medical school, you have disgraced this fine profession and I fear you will go on to do the same if I do not stop you once and for all'.
Chrissie's mind was racing at Frank's words, what would he do to her? Her breathing increased but a spark had lit an idea in her head; never taking her eyes from Major Burns. Chrissie rub her jaw across her shoulder to loosen her gag but Frank had noticed.
'Oh no my dear' Frank purred smoothly 'I really don't think you want to do that'. Frank pulled a small side arm from his pocket and took expert aim at Chrissie's head.
'One word' Frank spat 'one word you little bitch and I'll finish it here and now'
Chrissie lay still, although she had never been in this situation before, she was surprisingly calm. If the army had taught her one thing it was that eye contract and negotiation were the most important weapons an officer could carry. She nodded forcefully as Frank sipped the gag down to her throat.
'Now' Frank began 'I see we understand each other'. The bitter expression twisting his face melted into a perverse smile. 'Look at you now, the soon to be late great Captain Hallwell, you were a disgrace to your family; in body and in memory'. To vent a fraction of his anger, Frank hit Christmas around the face with his gun.
Chrissie's was thrown sideways with the force of the impact; it had not been hard but had taken her by surprise. She steadied her breathing and fixed her gaze once again onto Major Burns.
'There now' Frank breathed in mock care as he put his free hand to Chrissie's cheek and scooped away some of the blood left from his attack. Grinning maliciously, Burns raised his hand to his mouth and licked the blood from his fingers. Chrissie could taste the unmistakable metallic remnants of blood in her mouth, which she spat to the ground beside her.
'And now' Frank smiled wickedly 'To do my duty'.
Frank placed the sidearm down on a box of gauze to his right and took up his place; standing directly over Chrissie.
'Why me?' Chrissie mumbled, she knew this properly get her killed but what were a few minutes if she was to die anyway 'why not one of the other poor unfortunate nurses that you put on report for being a better doctor then you will ever be'.
As if in reply, Frank lifted his right foot and proceeded to bring it down heavily onto Chrissie's stomach. As his foot struck, Chrissie heard the distinct sound of several of her ribs cracking. She took a sudden sharp intake of breath that burned through her lungs.
'I told you, you sultry bitch' He spat in her face 'not a word'
Chrissie watched in silence as Major Burns began to unbutton his trousers. Hallwell swallowed deeply, now know what Major burns was to do; he was going to rape her. Frank took a scalpel and began to cut away her clothes, he writhing seemed to entertain Frank; his bellowing laughs echoed around the metal hut. She was now faced with a decision, if she screamed for help Frank would almost certainly kill her; there was no guarantee anyone would hear her.
Frank had proceeded to slash away Chrissie's clothes but cutting her legs in the process. A deep red spillage of blood leaked onto the floor around her, seeping across the cold stone floor. The bindings securing her ankles were cut as Frank dropped the scalpel to the floor and removed his underwear.
'Now we'll see who's in charge' Frank droned as he began to lower himself down onto Chrissie's prone form.
With all the strength she could muster, Chrissie raised her legs into the air and kicked Frank away from her. Not expecting this, Frank stumbled backwards into a stack of empty crates. Somehow Hallwell managed to find her feet and run for the door, her legs still bleeding and her hands still bound. She couldn't see the gun but she didn't care where it was; her only concern was to escape.
Chrissie raised her bound hands above her head and proceeded to bang on the sheet metal door. A sudden burst of strength hit her and the door slammed open. As Chrissie steadied herself, she suddenly felt a white hot pain through her left shoulder; Burns had thrown the scalpel and it had landed square and true into Chrissie's shoulder blade.
'HELP!' Chrissie screamed, despair racking her voice 'SOMEONE PLEASE!'
Her pleading screams rang across the compound and fell upon the ears of the MP's. One MP blew a whistle to signal danger as Trapper and Hawkeye came running.
'What's all the commotion?' Trapper questioned.
'Yeah' Hawkeye interrupted 'I was on a perfectly good winning streak'
Chrissie's voice came again, more woeful and pleading. Hawkeye recognised the voice in seconds. He dropped his cards and ran towards the voice.
'Chrissie!' Hawk stopped dead his tracks as he saw the still figure of Hallwell lying in the doorway of the supply room.
The MP's rushed to his side before they noticed Frank standing completely naked holding his side arm up, its sights set directly at them. A single shot was fired at the MP's but Frank had missed as it ricochet off the wall.
'My God' Hawk chocked as he fell to his knees and removed the surgical instrument from her shoulder.
By now the MP's had disarmed the naked Frank Burns and had forced him to the ground. Hawk took Chrissie into his arms and rocked her gently as she sobbed uncontrollably.
'What did he do to you' Hawkeye's voice quivered with pent-up emotion.
'He tried to rape me' Chrissie coughed, sobbing out each word with raw emotion 'he he tr..ied to ra...rape me'.
But you're a girl - chapter fourteen
'Excuse me ma'am, did I leave my boots under your bed?'
Chrissie whipped round to see Trapper towering over her. He was, as always, wearing a cheeky grin; never seen without one Chrissie thought to herself quietly. She quickly shut her journal and moved over to make space for Trapper on the out-crop on which she sat. His faux southern drawl had vanished when he spoke again.
'Haven't seen much of you these past few days, come to that, I haven't really seen Hawk either' Trapp moaned, Hawk made the better martini's around the Swamp and he had hardly been there to keep Trapper happy. And as Hawkeye was Trapper's main gin supplier, it was very bad for Trapp to be away from him for more then a few hours 'I only seem to see you in surgery, you and Hawk had a fight?'
'Oh no nothing like that' Chrissie laughed
'Then were do you sneak off to with my drinking partner?' Trapp questioned.
'Oh just somewhere' Chrissie smiled, a grin bending the corners of her mouth. Truth be told, several days back, Hawk had found a convenient 'secret' place for them to escape to. He hadn't even told Trapper, this defiantly meant a lot to Hawkeye.
'McIntyre' an intruding voice boomed behind them.
As Trapper swivelled around in answer to his name, his eye caught that of Major Burns. His eyes were deep set from lack of sleep and the right corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
'What is it Frank?' Trapper questioned 'can't you see that I and this lady of the female persuasion are trying to have a conversation?' he indicated Chrissie sitting to his right.
'That' Frank spat as he quickly ran his icy vengeful eyes over Hallwell 'is none of my concern'. Undertones of bitterness racked his voice as his eyes glinted maliciously. 'You are needed in Post-Op' Frank muttered as he took on finally glare at Chrissie and stalked away, hands in his pockets and head held low.
Chrissie's body physically quivered as a sharp intake of breath ran through her lungs. The very vision of that man disgusted and physically repulsed her. Trapper noticed the Goosebumps that plagued Chrissie's skin and as a result, placed his hands onto her arms and began to rub her skin.
'Ignore the moron' Trapper breathed 'he's not worth the vacant space he occupies'.
Trapper pulled Chrissie from the dusty rock as he made a path for post-op. As Chrissie pushed through the door into post-op she nearly fell over a body sitting on the floor. She placed her hands on the doorframe and steadied her gaze on the figure that seemed to be securing an IV tube to the wall. That crop of ebony hair was unmistakable.
'Hawkeye' Chrissie whispered 'what are you doing?'
Hawkeye twisted around with a mischievous glint in his eye and spoke, as he were a child containing an obvious secret.
'Oh nothing, just the remnants of a joke that Chuckles was the unfortunate recipient of' Hawkeye grinned 'then he refused to do his shift'.
'That must be why you're here Trapp' Chrissie figured 'to cover the shift for needle nose'.
'Anything serious Hawk?' Trapper questioned as they all pushed through a set of khaki doors.
'Nothing really' Hawk sighed, almost relishing a challenge 'Weston's cast needs to be checked and Private Thompson has been running a fever from yesterday's appendectomy'.
'What's his current temp?' Chrissie questioned as she examined Thompson's chart.
'Uh, 102.4' Hawk voiced as he careful checked the patient for any other signs of post-operative stress.
Chrissie pursed her lips and nodded slowly, this case puzzled her; his elevated temperature was an indication of an abscess but he showed no other signs that would lead her to believe otherwise.
'He's still showing some tenderness even after a full course of penicillin' Hawk pondered, he too was perplexed by this case. 'Just keep a spare eye on him Trapp'.
McIntyre nodded as he thoughtful walked to the attending desk in the corner to retrieve more blood work notes.
'So Hawk' Chrissie began in a questioning tone 'what exactly did you do to Frank?'
Hawkeye's booming filled the room as he grinned, the childish glint still in his eyes. 'I really didn't have to do anything, ferret face brought it on himself via his own stupidity'.
The weather had taken a definite turn for the worse; the recent pleasant weather was defiantly the lull before the storm. Darkness seemed to fall earlier each day as sheets of freezing rain soaked the compound continually. Radar and other corpsmen were kept bust digging trenches around the tents to reduce the risk of flooding. Two of the broken generators had been repaired but the constant rain and atrocious weather had reduced the camp back down to one weak generator. Once darkness had fallen, it was inadvisable to do anything but stay in your quarters. Hawkeye believed this to be the best news he had heard for the entire war. This however put Chrissie in a difficult position; she still had a 12-hour shift to finish with Hawkeye following her around the camp, beckoning for her to come to bed. She finally shook him off by finding a poker game for him to join.
As casualty rates had fallen after the heavy tide of wounded that had filled the last few days and night, supplies had to be checked; this privilege fell to Chrissie.
'Oh joy of joys' Chrissie breathed to herself as a heavy deluge of water soaked through her boots on opening the supply tent door.
The howling December gale ripped through what remained of the supply tent, the already harsh weather conditions had torn the roofing canvas. The bitter chill of the pouring rain caused Chrissie to outwardly shiver as she ran a pale finger down a shelf of supplies; her fingernails blue tinged from the freezing storm. As sudden clap of thunder caused Chrissie to bound upwards, causing her to hit the back of her head on an iron case of penicillin. Cursing under her breath, Chrissie raised a shaking hand to inspect the wound. Bringing her hand away revealed a streak of ruby red blood across her fingers. Behind her, the wooden door creaked loudly and continued to bang against the force of the wind. Chrissie had the unmistakable feeling she was being watched; an eerie shiver passing up her spine. Shaking it off, Chrissie continued to count loose cardiac needles.
Suddenly, Chrissie was aware of a presence behind her but the following events ensued too quickly for her to respond. A cloth was forced around her mouth and nose that smelled strongly of ether. Her vision swam as Chrissie fought the strong embrace holding her still but her attempts were made redundant as the floor came up to meet her.
The pounding in her head had awoken Chrissie; the loud drumming caused her whole body to shake. As her vision returned, she began to recognise her surroundings; Chrissie was in the supply room. As the rest of the ether left her system, Chrissie began to realise the oddity of her surroundings and her venerable position. Friction burned at her wrists and ankles, this meant she was tied down with strong cord; no matter how much she struggled Chrissie could not free herself.
'So, you're awake' a callous, bitter voice carried across the room. That voice was distinctive; Chrissie froze as recognition flooded her face. It was Frank.
Chrissie tried to scream for help but she had been bound and gagged using a surgical gown. Major Burns raised himself to his feet from his dark corner and flicked his lit cigarette at Chrissie's prone figure, which hit her on the cheek. The fire red burning tip of the cigarette burned her skin with a punishment of hell fire. She wanted to scream but the gown bound tightly around her mouth proved impregnable.
'There's no-one here to help you now' Burns drawled as his figure approached her, Chrissie still squirming against her bonds.
Chrissie's eyes bored into his, searching for an answer to his motive, but, as if he could read her mind, he started to explain.
'Since that first dark day that you dared to arrive, you have managed to make my life a rushing torment' Frank's eyes burnt with malevolence, no hint of remorse showed through on his pale face. 'You are a poorly trained medic who should never been allowed into medical school, you have disgraced this fine profession and I fear you will go on to do the same if I do not stop you once and for all'.
Chrissie's mind was racing at Frank's words, what would he do to her? Her breathing increased but a spark had lit an idea in her head; never taking her eyes from Major Burns. Chrissie rub her jaw across her shoulder to loosen her gag but Frank had noticed.
'Oh no my dear' Frank purred smoothly 'I really don't think you want to do that'. Frank pulled a small side arm from his pocket and took expert aim at Chrissie's head.
'One word' Frank spat 'one word you little bitch and I'll finish it here and now'
Chrissie lay still, although she had never been in this situation before, she was surprisingly calm. If the army had taught her one thing it was that eye contract and negotiation were the most important weapons an officer could carry. She nodded forcefully as Frank sipped the gag down to her throat.
'Now' Frank began 'I see we understand each other'. The bitter expression twisting his face melted into a perverse smile. 'Look at you now, the soon to be late great Captain Hallwell, you were a disgrace to your family; in body and in memory'. To vent a fraction of his anger, Frank hit Christmas around the face with his gun.
Chrissie's was thrown sideways with the force of the impact; it had not been hard but had taken her by surprise. She steadied her breathing and fixed her gaze once again onto Major Burns.
'There now' Frank breathed in mock care as he put his free hand to Chrissie's cheek and scooped away some of the blood left from his attack. Grinning maliciously, Burns raised his hand to his mouth and licked the blood from his fingers. Chrissie could taste the unmistakable metallic remnants of blood in her mouth, which she spat to the ground beside her.
'And now' Frank smiled wickedly 'To do my duty'.
Frank placed the sidearm down on a box of gauze to his right and took up his place; standing directly over Chrissie.
'Why me?' Chrissie mumbled, she knew this properly get her killed but what were a few minutes if she was to die anyway 'why not one of the other poor unfortunate nurses that you put on report for being a better doctor then you will ever be'.
As if in reply, Frank lifted his right foot and proceeded to bring it down heavily onto Chrissie's stomach. As his foot struck, Chrissie heard the distinct sound of several of her ribs cracking. She took a sudden sharp intake of breath that burned through her lungs.
'I told you, you sultry bitch' He spat in her face 'not a word'
Chrissie watched in silence as Major Burns began to unbutton his trousers. Hallwell swallowed deeply, now know what Major burns was to do; he was going to rape her. Frank took a scalpel and began to cut away her clothes, he writhing seemed to entertain Frank; his bellowing laughs echoed around the metal hut. She was now faced with a decision, if she screamed for help Frank would almost certainly kill her; there was no guarantee anyone would hear her.
Frank had proceeded to slash away Chrissie's clothes but cutting her legs in the process. A deep red spillage of blood leaked onto the floor around her, seeping across the cold stone floor. The bindings securing her ankles were cut as Frank dropped the scalpel to the floor and removed his underwear.
'Now we'll see who's in charge' Frank droned as he began to lower himself down onto Chrissie's prone form.
With all the strength she could muster, Chrissie raised her legs into the air and kicked Frank away from her. Not expecting this, Frank stumbled backwards into a stack of empty crates. Somehow Hallwell managed to find her feet and run for the door, her legs still bleeding and her hands still bound. She couldn't see the gun but she didn't care where it was; her only concern was to escape.
Chrissie raised her bound hands above her head and proceeded to bang on the sheet metal door. A sudden burst of strength hit her and the door slammed open. As Chrissie steadied herself, she suddenly felt a white hot pain through her left shoulder; Burns had thrown the scalpel and it had landed square and true into Chrissie's shoulder blade.
'HELP!' Chrissie screamed, despair racking her voice 'SOMEONE PLEASE!'
Her pleading screams rang across the compound and fell upon the ears of the MP's. One MP blew a whistle to signal danger as Trapper and Hawkeye came running.
'What's all the commotion?' Trapper questioned.
'Yeah' Hawkeye interrupted 'I was on a perfectly good winning streak'
Chrissie's voice came again, more woeful and pleading. Hawkeye recognised the voice in seconds. He dropped his cards and ran towards the voice.
'Chrissie!' Hawk stopped dead his tracks as he saw the still figure of Hallwell lying in the doorway of the supply room.
The MP's rushed to his side before they noticed Frank standing completely naked holding his side arm up, its sights set directly at them. A single shot was fired at the MP's but Frank had missed as it ricochet off the wall.
'My God' Hawk chocked as he fell to his knees and removed the surgical instrument from her shoulder.
By now the MP's had disarmed the naked Frank Burns and had forced him to the ground. Hawk took Chrissie into his arms and rocked her gently as she sobbed uncontrollably.
'What did he do to you' Hawkeye's voice quivered with pent-up emotion.
'He tried to rape me' Chrissie coughed, sobbing out each word with raw emotion 'he he tr..ied to ra...rape me'.