The Korean spoken in this chapter is taken from Google Translate. It's probably completely wrong xD
He's not saying anything terribly important, in cause you were wondering what it meant - mostly 'get out of the car!' and 'don't move or i'll shot you!'.

Chapter 8 – Help from above

Time seemed to freeze for a second. The soldier stared at them, his rifle still pointing directly at them.

"Is he going to…?" Agnes couldn't finish the sentence.

"I don't know," Mulcahy whispered back.

The Korean soldier was clearly regarding them; Agnes could see the white in his eyes move in his dirty face. Then, suddenly, he took a step closer to the them and waved his rifle in direction of the trees.

"Cha-eseo nawa!" he demanded in a harsh voice. "Aus!"

"I– I think he wants us to leave the vehicle," Father Mulcahy muttered breathlessly.

Why? To shoot us under cover of the forest? Agnes heart was beating so hard, she could feel the pulse in her throat.

None of them moved. The soldier stared at them, clutching his rifle in both hands.

"Cha-eseo nawa!" he repeated angrily and moved towards them, the barrel staring them in the eyes. "Aus! AUS!"

"Get out of the jeep, Agnes," Mulcahy said, his voice calm, but slightly higher than usual. Agnes grabbed the medical bag and crawled out, her knees feeling as if they had been replaced with lumps of wet oatmeal. Mulcahy stepped out on the other side, a hand clamped on his wound and the other raised in surrender.

The Korean soldier pointed to Agnes and then to the side of the road, urgently miming for her to sit down. Agnes obeyed, scared to do anything else. The soldier then made for the Father. With the muzzle pressed to Mulcahy's chest, the soldier forced him to sit down a couple of yards away from Agnes.

"No move," he sneered in broken English. "No move!"

"We won't," Mulcahy responded cautiously and the soldier went back to the jeep. It seemed he intended to change the flat tire; he found the jack and started to loosen the spare tire at the back, all why he kept glaring at them, to make sure they didn't move.

"Father, are you okay?" Agnes whispered. Mulcahy nodded, but was visibly getting paler every second and blood was now running down his sleeve. Agnes felt like she was being suffocated by too many feelings at once: Fear, the aftershock of the shooting and worry. If Father Mulcahy's heart was beating just half as fast as her own, he would be losing blood at alarming speed. Wonder how it would look on her record if she let a priest bleed to death, because she was scared?

Agnes glanced over at the soldier, who was busy placing the jack in the right place. With a deep steadying inhalation and the medical bag in one hand, she crawled over to Mulcahy.

"Is it bad?" he muttered, when Agnes had ripped his sleeve open, so she could get a look at the wound.

"Flesh wound." She reached into the bag for bandages. "Don't worry, Father. I'll have you up and ready to do signum crucis on our poor souls in no time, I promise…"

"OI!"

The soldier had realized she had left her place. With a look of anger on his face, he came running towards then, rifle raised.

"Nega mwohago issdago saeng-gaghani?!" she shouted. "Geuegeseo tteol-eojyeo! No move! No move!"

Agnes put out her bloody hands towards him.

"Listen – I'm not doing anything!" she said pleadingly. "I just have to check his wound. He's bleeding heavily."

"No! No move! Jalilo dol-a gala!"

"Look! You did this!" She showed him Mulcahy's wounded arm. "You and your stupid rifle! So please – let me take care of him."

"Agnes…" Mulcahy mumbled significantly, when the soldier kept yelling in shriek anger. He tried to grab her and yank her away, but Agnes ripped her arm out of his grip. She could feel how her own fright turned into a burning fury and she stared him down. He was a lot younger up close than she had expected. Stupid kid. How dared he stand there and tell her what to do and not do and threaten her on her life. As if she hadn't been through enough already?

"Naega neoleul sson ge aniya!" the soldier yelled frustrated and shook his rifle in her face.

"Yeah, go ahead and shot me!" Agnes shouted back, blood up to both wrist because her hands were shaken so bad, she could hardly wrap the bandages properly. "I don't give a damn!"

"Agnes!" Mulcahy gulped.

The Korean soldier stared at her, while she continued to bandage Mulcahy's wound. His finger was on the trigger. Mulcahy glanced worryingly up at him.

"Now, she didn't…" he began, but then the soldier made a sudden move towards them.

The shot was unexpected. Mulcahy flinched and Agnes' heart stopped.

It took a few anguish seconds before Agnes realized, she hadn't been hit. Neither had Father Mulcahy, even though he was as pale as ever. The soldier had fired into the air.

Unfortunately, that was the beginning of a whole new, unexpected problem.

A strange sound filled the air above them: A furious humming, almost like an enormous generator warming up. They all three glanced upwards. High up in one of the trees was a big, grey football sized lump. The shot had gone straight through it and now the angry residents came storming out.

"Oh, my Lord," Mulcahy gasped. "That's a wasp's nest!"

The wasps came down on them like a raging stinger wearing black cloud, their furious buzzing almost ear shattering. The Korean soldier stood closest and he howled and tried to smite them away with his rifle, when they attacked him. Agnes panicked and threw her arms above her head, but Mulcahy picked her up and pushed her towards the jeep. The wasps followed them merciless and attacked every bit of bare skin.

Agnes threw herself in the driver's seat and started the jeep, but just as she was about to drive off, Mulcahy yelled: "Wait! We can't leave him here!"

"Are you mad! They are all over the place!"

"Drive up to him! I'll get him."

"You are mad!" Agnes wailed, but she turned around and drove towards the soldier, who was now on his knees, desperately trying to shield himself towards the angry wasps. Agnes stomped on the break and Mulcahy grabbed the soldier by the arm and threw him into the backseat like a bag of potatoes.

"Go! GO!"

oOo

They pulled over a couple of miles away after a most unpleasant ride on the flat tire. Agnes turned around in the seat to checked on the soldier. He moaned in pain when she took his pulse, but he was still breathing fairly effortless, which meant no allergic reaction to the stings.

Her own face burned and she could hardly move her fingers properly – but they were alive, all three of them. Who would have thought that just fifteen minutes ago?

"Are you okay?" she asked the Father; her voice sounded as if she had aged thirty years since the last time she had spoken.

Mulcahy nodded quietly. The wound had started to bleed again and his sleeve was soaked. Agnes started the jeep.

"Tell you the truth, Father," Agnes said. "It wasn't exactly the kind of help from above I had expected when travelling with a priest."

Mulcahy smiled weakly, one of his eyes almost swollen shot.

"God works in mysterious ways," he said.

Agnes looked down at her painfully swollen hands, before putting the jeep in gear with a wince.

"Not that I'm ungrateful," she muttered. "But an army of less ferocious insects next time would be most appreciated."