OK, this is my first MASH fic, so please don't kill me if it sucks.
Ummm... shuffles feet I don't know what else to say. I don't own any of the
MASH characters (sad, but true). I hope this doesn't turn out as bad as
I fear it will.
Short bit to start off with, more later.
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It was raining when she staggered into camp. Hacking coughs racked her body and echoed through the camp.
She couldn't have been younger than twenty-five. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and striking gray eyes. Even covered in mud, she was astonishingly beautiful. She fell to her knees, another fit of coughs overtaking her.
The coughs echoed through the camp, waking Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce with a start. He looked out into the rain and saw the girl collapse, unconscious just outside the swamp. He got up quickly not even bothering to grab his robe or anything else for that matter. He raced outside, and slid to a stop next to her.
He checked her, glad to find her alive. She had no injuries at all. He wiped some of the mud away form her face and pressed his palm against her forehead. He jerked back as though he'd been burned, the girl had a raging fever.
"She alright?" Came BJ's voice behind him.
"Pneumonia." He said. Finally, he checked her dog tags, only to find she didn't have any. "She's a civilian."
"Well she's not Korean."
Hawkeye didn't respond. "Help me get her to post-op." He said.
Short bit to start off with, more later.
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It was raining when she staggered into camp. Hacking coughs racked her body and echoed through the camp.
She couldn't have been younger than twenty-five. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and striking gray eyes. Even covered in mud, she was astonishingly beautiful. She fell to her knees, another fit of coughs overtaking her.
The coughs echoed through the camp, waking Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce with a start. He looked out into the rain and saw the girl collapse, unconscious just outside the swamp. He got up quickly not even bothering to grab his robe or anything else for that matter. He raced outside, and slid to a stop next to her.
He checked her, glad to find her alive. She had no injuries at all. He wiped some of the mud away form her face and pressed his palm against her forehead. He jerked back as though he'd been burned, the girl had a raging fever.
"She alright?" Came BJ's voice behind him.
"Pneumonia." He said. Finally, he checked her dog tags, only to find she didn't have any. "She's a civilian."
"Well she's not Korean."
Hawkeye didn't respond. "Help me get her to post-op." He said.