"Alright I'm done, send the next one in." BJ called as the now newly stitched body below him disappeared.
"Sir, the only one left in pre-op is that girl." Klinger relayed to him.
"Send her in." BJ stripped off his bloody gloves, a nurse placing on a set of new ones as River was chaperoned into the room by the coxing Klinger.
Halfway into the white sterile room, her eyes caught sight of the many instruments lying on trays beside each doctor. She stopped short of BJ, shaking her head looking more and more distressed.
"Hey, it's ok, these are the best doctors anywhere, and they'll take good care of you." Klinger was reassuring her as best as he could, but she was feebly pulling away.
"I just need to check you over ok?" BJ said, as they managed to get her seated, she calmed down somewhat.
"Where the hell did she come from?" Rang the sharp voice of their commanding Colonel, Sherman Potter who had just looked up to see what the commotion was all about.
"We don't know, she was in the bus. Some of the guys said she saved their lives or something." Klinger answered.
"What, did someone cut out her tongue, I got the impression she looked English." Came the jibing comment of none other then Hawkeye.
"We tried talking to her." Margret interrupted, her voice close to shouting. "But she was talking a load of nonsense."
"Sydney's on his way down." BJ added. The Colonel nodded, having just finished surgery on his solider, he made his way over to BJ station. Removing his mask so he could talk to her properly as she didn't appear to have any serious wounds, he introduced himself.
"I'm Sherman Potter."
She made no response that she had even heard.
"She said her names River. That I managed to get out of her." Margret supplied.
"Yeah, that along with the definition of name." Klinger said, standing beside BJ. "I can't even remember what it was." He said mildly, trailing off.
'Where did you come from? Who are you with?" Potter tried again. This time she looked up, her eyes widening and pointed to the ceiling. Potter looked up and raised his eyebrows as he understood what she was getting at.
"How long did Sydney say he'd be?"
She sat quietly in post-op, bandages looped around her hands hiding the damage she had inflicted onto them the day before. She knew someone was coming for her; someone everyone else thought would get answers for them. One of the soldiers, lying in the bed next to her was awake, his curiosity getting the best of him he turned his head to look at River who was so out of place.
"Hey kid, what are you doing in here?" He asked quietly.
"Fell from the sky." She answered, pointing, like she had before to the Colonel at the roof. He looked at her funny, his attention slightly interrupted as a doctor passed by the wounded opposite him. The solider was breathing heavily, she knew he was grasping at his lag in pain, but was so tied he couldn't complain. He kept telling himself it would pass, yet unknown to him, it wouldn't. Unknown to all, that was, except River.
"Your gonna kill him!" She burst out, making the doctor, who was none other then Winchester jump and turn around.
He smiled his silly smile and with his usual cocky laughing voice asked, "What on earth are you talking about?"
"You're not helping him right." River tried to clarify.
"I assure you this man is fine." He said, beginning to loose patience. "I am a doctor you know, I know what I'm doing."
"You don't know what he's doing." River's voice was almost at a whisper.
Charles huffed another laugh, "He's lying down trying to get some sleep but let's just say others here are rather noisy."
River said nothing else, silently fuming at his stupidity. It wasn't that he was not competent, it was his stubborn pig-headedness that would not let him listen to what she had to say. Unfortunately, that brave solider would die tonight.