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But you're a girl - chapter fifteen A Whiter Shade Of Pale
After those fatful evenings events, the whole camp seemed to be in absolute shock. The very thought of another human executing that kind of behaviour was sickening; the fact that it occurred metres from were they slept was simply unthinkable. It seemed almost impossible for the mass of khaki drenched beings to sleep again therefore the mess tent was swamped by service men and women all after one thing; a bad cup of coffee. The camp buzzed with a shocked yet excited tone; everyone seemed to have a theory as to why Major Burns did what he had just done but voices hushed when Hawkeye and Trapper managed to carry Christmas to Post-Op to have her injuries treated.
Chrissie's head swam with vision's of co-worker standing over her as the bitter tears slipped down her blood streaked face. Hawkeye babbled as he collected various clinical materials he needed but did not once look at Chrissie; he didn't know how or why this had happened but he was racked by a strange guilt. It was almost as if he held himself responsible for what had taken place that night. As Hawk readied himself, Trapper sat beside Chrissie on the treatment table with both his arms around her as they both sat in a stunned silence. Blood still streaked from the wound to her right shoulder as it soaked through the khaki cotton of her shirt. Trapper pressed a piece of cotton gauze to the seeping wound as Chrissie winced and took a sharp of intake of breath through her teeth. The cold air burned around her broken ribs as she wheezed loudly.
'Chrissie?' Hawkeye rushed to her side as Trapp stopped her from falling forwards from the table 'you okay?'
Hawk thought this was a stupid question, of course she wasn't okay, she had just been violently attacked by one of her co-workers. To quash his fears; Chrissie nodded weakly. The pain she felt in her chest raged on as she continued to breath heavily and tried not to think the worst; that she may have damaged one or both of her lungs. The world swam around here, colours merged as the blood rushed through her ears and the bile rose through her chest. This, like so many other things she had experienced in Korea, was unbelievable.
Hawkeye did his best to cut away the remains of her blood soaked trousers without allowing the cold steel of the scissors to touch the abrasions to her legs. She drew away slightly when Hawk came to pull the remains of the material away from her frame.
'I'm sorry' Hawk whispered as Chrissie allowed him to pull the blood soaked material away from her.
'They look quite deep Hawk' Trapper commented while inspecting the wounds 'they're gonna need stitches'
Hawk soaked a dish of cotton swabs in iodine and alcohol as Trapper helped Chrissie sit up straight on the treatment table. She caught sight of the bowl containing the cotton and visibly flinched.
'You might want to grit your teeth' Hawk offered 'this is going to hurt'
As if to fulfil his promise, when the swab touched her skin the burning pain ripped through leg as the tears formed in her eye but she swallowed them away.
Chrissie increased the tightening death grip she seemed to have on Trapper's hand as her knuckles visibly paled. She was deeply confused and utterly scared, it just didn't make sense why it had happened to her.
'I trust 4.0 silk will suffice for madam' Hawkeye joked trying to inject some stereotypical humour to the diabolical situation; unfortunately it wasn't working.
Chrissie threw her head back; determined not to watch Hawkeye work. He was an excellent doctor and she was in the best possible hands but she still had an overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be touched. Hawkeye worked for an hour, sewing back together the woman he had started to love. He had fought back his tears of anger and frustration but he didn't know how much longer that would last.
Henry Blake had spent the last half hour storming in and out of post-op to check on Chrissie's progress; he seemed more confused every time he went back and returned more perplexed then before. The camp seemed to be over- run with MP's that looked suspiciously at everyone that passed. As Hawkeye pulled the last stitch through Chrissie's shin, he let out a satisfied yet disappointed sigh and trimmed the excess suture silk from the needle.
Chrissie bent down to inspect Hawkeye's work and allowed herself a small smile. He had done a good job; an excellent job under the circumstances.
'Well Sir' Chrissie addressed Hawk 'I am shocked and affronted at the job you have done' she smiled again as Hawkeye wrapped his arms around her stable shoulders.
Henry had appeared casting a shadow over the threshold of Post-Op. His face conveyed a look of sorrow and anger but still regret and painful regret; it was almost as if he in some way blamed himself for Major Burn's actions.
'Who needs a drink' Henry asked quietly; more of a statement then a question, even though a measure of pure alcohol was wholly inappropriate at that moment in time; he meant well.
'I'm okay Henry, really' Chrissie pronounced through a deep breath as she offered him a weak smile.
Henry assured the assemble party of three that Major Burns was now in the firm custody of the MP's. With this he strode from the room so he could instruct Radar to wire the Military Police in Seoul, but knowing Radar, he probably had already done it.
An hour had passed, but to Chrissie, it seemed almost a lifetime. She dreaded stepping outside the door but she knew she must. She stopped right before the doors and took a long, steadying breath. Beyond that thin barrier of wood and metal lay the reality of what she had just experienced and that; that was a scary thought.
Chrissie lay one hand upon the door and breathed deeply again, she couldn't run and there was nowhere to hide. With one exertion of force, the door creaked open as Chrissie peered through the crack between the wooden sheets. An empty Military Police van lay empty and dominant ahead of her but it was clear why it was here.
'You okay' Hawkeye asked as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
Chrissie jumped, she had forgotten that Hawk and Trapper where there; her silent shadows. She nodded; strongly this time as she steered herself round to the CO's office.
Major Frank Burns MD sat under heavy guard in the corner of the CO's office; the CO however, sat at his desk with a bottle of rye in one hand and an empty glass in the other. Strangely enough for Henry, the two never seemed to meet. He was disgusted with his surgeon, so much so he found it hard to find strong enough words to describe his feelings for the situation.
The door to the office rattled as Hawkeye pushed his way through; shielding Chrissie from view. She weaved around Hawk's arm and kept her vision fixed on Major Burns. Chrissie pulled away from his grasp, ignoring the chair she was offered as she rounded on her senior officer. Hallwell had launched into a venom-induced dialogue before any member of the assembled could stop here.
'I just want to say something' Chrissie's eyes were still trained on Burns 'it seems that you failed in your so-called 'duty', you're a failure Burns, an utter joke'
'I always knew that filthy attitude would get you into hot water one day' Frank spat into the air between them.
'I have an attitude? When every word from your mouth is dripping with disdain' she uttered into the silence. Frank made a grab for Chrissie's arm but was pulled up by the MP's from his chair and pushed against the wall. Chrissie smiled as she delivered her witty retort 'Oh by the way Frank your village called; they want their idiot back'.
Hawk smiled in awe at Hallwell, what she was doing took an amazing amount of courage and resolve; things he was quickly realising she seemed to have infinite stocks of.
'Take him' Henry mumbled not looking up from his empty glass.
As the MP's pulled Burns from the corner and out the office; they were stopped by a sudden voice.
'Wait' Chrissie shouted through the silence. The assembled party all directed their attention to the young captain; her own gaze still fixed on her attacker. 'Major Burns; may the angels weep for your soul' Hallwell's gaze flicked to the door as Frank Burns MD was yanked from office. Her footsteps echoed theirs as she watched Burns being pushed into the back of the van; the straps of a straight jacket being tightened around his feeble body.
But you're a girl - chapter fifteen A Whiter Shade Of Pale
After those fatful evenings events, the whole camp seemed to be in absolute shock. The very thought of another human executing that kind of behaviour was sickening; the fact that it occurred metres from were they slept was simply unthinkable. It seemed almost impossible for the mass of khaki drenched beings to sleep again therefore the mess tent was swamped by service men and women all after one thing; a bad cup of coffee. The camp buzzed with a shocked yet excited tone; everyone seemed to have a theory as to why Major Burns did what he had just done but voices hushed when Hawkeye and Trapper managed to carry Christmas to Post-Op to have her injuries treated.
Chrissie's head swam with vision's of co-worker standing over her as the bitter tears slipped down her blood streaked face. Hawkeye babbled as he collected various clinical materials he needed but did not once look at Chrissie; he didn't know how or why this had happened but he was racked by a strange guilt. It was almost as if he held himself responsible for what had taken place that night. As Hawk readied himself, Trapper sat beside Chrissie on the treatment table with both his arms around her as they both sat in a stunned silence. Blood still streaked from the wound to her right shoulder as it soaked through the khaki cotton of her shirt. Trapper pressed a piece of cotton gauze to the seeping wound as Chrissie winced and took a sharp of intake of breath through her teeth. The cold air burned around her broken ribs as she wheezed loudly.
'Chrissie?' Hawkeye rushed to her side as Trapp stopped her from falling forwards from the table 'you okay?'
Hawk thought this was a stupid question, of course she wasn't okay, she had just been violently attacked by one of her co-workers. To quash his fears; Chrissie nodded weakly. The pain she felt in her chest raged on as she continued to breath heavily and tried not to think the worst; that she may have damaged one or both of her lungs. The world swam around here, colours merged as the blood rushed through her ears and the bile rose through her chest. This, like so many other things she had experienced in Korea, was unbelievable.
Hawkeye did his best to cut away the remains of her blood soaked trousers without allowing the cold steel of the scissors to touch the abrasions to her legs. She drew away slightly when Hawk came to pull the remains of the material away from her frame.
'I'm sorry' Hawk whispered as Chrissie allowed him to pull the blood soaked material away from her.
'They look quite deep Hawk' Trapper commented while inspecting the wounds 'they're gonna need stitches'
Hawk soaked a dish of cotton swabs in iodine and alcohol as Trapper helped Chrissie sit up straight on the treatment table. She caught sight of the bowl containing the cotton and visibly flinched.
'You might want to grit your teeth' Hawk offered 'this is going to hurt'
As if to fulfil his promise, when the swab touched her skin the burning pain ripped through leg as the tears formed in her eye but she swallowed them away.
Chrissie increased the tightening death grip she seemed to have on Trapper's hand as her knuckles visibly paled. She was deeply confused and utterly scared, it just didn't make sense why it had happened to her.
'I trust 4.0 silk will suffice for madam' Hawkeye joked trying to inject some stereotypical humour to the diabolical situation; unfortunately it wasn't working.
Chrissie threw her head back; determined not to watch Hawkeye work. He was an excellent doctor and she was in the best possible hands but she still had an overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be touched. Hawkeye worked for an hour, sewing back together the woman he had started to love. He had fought back his tears of anger and frustration but he didn't know how much longer that would last.
Henry Blake had spent the last half hour storming in and out of post-op to check on Chrissie's progress; he seemed more confused every time he went back and returned more perplexed then before. The camp seemed to be over- run with MP's that looked suspiciously at everyone that passed. As Hawkeye pulled the last stitch through Chrissie's shin, he let out a satisfied yet disappointed sigh and trimmed the excess suture silk from the needle.
Chrissie bent down to inspect Hawkeye's work and allowed herself a small smile. He had done a good job; an excellent job under the circumstances.
'Well Sir' Chrissie addressed Hawk 'I am shocked and affronted at the job you have done' she smiled again as Hawkeye wrapped his arms around her stable shoulders.
Henry had appeared casting a shadow over the threshold of Post-Op. His face conveyed a look of sorrow and anger but still regret and painful regret; it was almost as if he in some way blamed himself for Major Burn's actions.
'Who needs a drink' Henry asked quietly; more of a statement then a question, even though a measure of pure alcohol was wholly inappropriate at that moment in time; he meant well.
'I'm okay Henry, really' Chrissie pronounced through a deep breath as she offered him a weak smile.
Henry assured the assemble party of three that Major Burns was now in the firm custody of the MP's. With this he strode from the room so he could instruct Radar to wire the Military Police in Seoul, but knowing Radar, he probably had already done it.
An hour had passed, but to Chrissie, it seemed almost a lifetime. She dreaded stepping outside the door but she knew she must. She stopped right before the doors and took a long, steadying breath. Beyond that thin barrier of wood and metal lay the reality of what she had just experienced and that; that was a scary thought.
Chrissie lay one hand upon the door and breathed deeply again, she couldn't run and there was nowhere to hide. With one exertion of force, the door creaked open as Chrissie peered through the crack between the wooden sheets. An empty Military Police van lay empty and dominant ahead of her but it was clear why it was here.
'You okay' Hawkeye asked as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
Chrissie jumped, she had forgotten that Hawk and Trapper where there; her silent shadows. She nodded; strongly this time as she steered herself round to the CO's office.
Major Frank Burns MD sat under heavy guard in the corner of the CO's office; the CO however, sat at his desk with a bottle of rye in one hand and an empty glass in the other. Strangely enough for Henry, the two never seemed to meet. He was disgusted with his surgeon, so much so he found it hard to find strong enough words to describe his feelings for the situation.
The door to the office rattled as Hawkeye pushed his way through; shielding Chrissie from view. She weaved around Hawk's arm and kept her vision fixed on Major Burns. Chrissie pulled away from his grasp, ignoring the chair she was offered as she rounded on her senior officer. Hallwell had launched into a venom-induced dialogue before any member of the assembled could stop here.
'I just want to say something' Chrissie's eyes were still trained on Burns 'it seems that you failed in your so-called 'duty', you're a failure Burns, an utter joke'
'I always knew that filthy attitude would get you into hot water one day' Frank spat into the air between them.
'I have an attitude? When every word from your mouth is dripping with disdain' she uttered into the silence. Frank made a grab for Chrissie's arm but was pulled up by the MP's from his chair and pushed against the wall. Chrissie smiled as she delivered her witty retort 'Oh by the way Frank your village called; they want their idiot back'.
Hawk smiled in awe at Hallwell, what she was doing took an amazing amount of courage and resolve; things he was quickly realising she seemed to have infinite stocks of.
'Take him' Henry mumbled not looking up from his empty glass.
As the MP's pulled Burns from the corner and out the office; they were stopped by a sudden voice.
'Wait' Chrissie shouted through the silence. The assembled party all directed their attention to the young captain; her own gaze still fixed on her attacker. 'Major Burns; may the angels weep for your soul' Hallwell's gaze flicked to the door as Frank Burns MD was yanked from office. Her footsteps echoed theirs as she watched Burns being pushed into the back of the van; the straps of a straight jacket being tightened around his feeble body.