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River heard the question; it echoed in her mind but didn't dwell on that thought for much longer then when she had reached the edge of the camp. She could feel each and every footstep that hit the earth, each one trembling, sending shivers up her spine. They would be there within a matter of minutes, but it might be enough time for people to hide. It was then that she felt the presence of the doctor BJ at her side.
"Come on, we have go darling." He said pulling her arm back with him.
River shook him off easily, turning to him. "Hide, you need to hide."
"And that's what we're doing." His words were rushed. She knew he was scared.
She looked to the hills again; the tops of heads had already begun to come into view. But this wasn't what River was focusing on, as to her right came the thudding of more soldier's boots. River turned and ran, BJ following her without hesitation.
There was screaming all around them as more shots began to fly, and as the two reached post-op, they were almost bowled out of the way. Everyone was being extracted; those who could walk where being given a helping hand as they retreated back, away for the bullets. BJ immediately switch into 'doctor' mode, yelling orders, sifting his way through the crowd. Catching sight of Hawkeye, Colonel Potter and Winchester, he made his way over as quickly as possible.
"Where are we going to take them?" He jumped in, looking at each of them in turn.
"The caves, it's the only place we can go." Came Potter's solemn answer. "No one knew the enemy was this close, they thought they'd got them all in a chopper bombing, turns out they were gravely mistaken."
"And now we'll be the ones on the grave." Hawkeye injected his voice acid as he grabbed the handles of a stretcher. BJ moved to the other end, giving him a hand and they moved quickly out the door, Winchester and Potter carrying their own patient.
"This is not how I planned to die." Winchester commented as he loaded the man into the ambulance.
"I'm sure this isn't how any of us planned to go." Hawkeye added.
BJ could see Sydney and Mulcahy making their way over, their eyes filled with worry and fear.
"We've managed to move everyone from post-op, and many others are making their way to the caves now." Mulcahy reported, a tremble in his voice.
"I want you two to get yourself up their now." Potter ordered them both in a gruff voice that meant he wasn't to be questioned. Catching sight of River bending over another injured, he pointed at her. "And take her with you. Move, move!"
"Can't cry. Big man now."
The injured solider turned his head sharply at the girls soft voice.
"They came when you weren't looking. They came with their eyes closed." River stood at her full height watching as enemy soldier's came over the hill, seeing their quarry and moving faster.
"Hey! Someone help me!" The man called out, lifting himself from the ground, his ankle giving out a painful throb as he leaned on it.
Sydney came up behind him, placing his hand around the man, giving him support to stand and walk. Mulcahy joined him shortly after, placing a comforting hand on River. With their assistance, they retreated backwards, as ground was gained behind them. As they ran, they came across Hawkeye and BJ, who were just seeing off the last ambulance. They nodded briefly, before heading where most of the 4077th should hopefully have made their way to. Scanning their home, BJ made sure they weren't leaving anyone behind, his eye catching sight of the end of a gun. And it wasn't until he heard the shoot ring in the air that he believed they were too late.
A soft grunt, a brief brush of his shoulder and Hawkeye was on the ground, a small hole looking at him, weeping red.
"Hawkeye!" He screamed, as his friend groaned in pain. But they didn't have time, and gesturing widely at Mulcahy, they haled him up between them, and dashed behind a building out of sight.
BJ had his hand on Hawkeye's wound, trying his best to stem the blood flow. He was shaking, the shock of seeing so much blood coming from his best friend was unfamiliar to his eyes, and it hurt. The five of them were huddled behind the tent, close together, barley breathing for fear that they would give themselves away.
"We can't stay here." BJ whispered, daring to break the silence. "We have to get him to…." But he couldn't finish the sentence; they all knew where he was meaning though.
Mulcahy notched his head around the corner a fraction, looking for any sign of those who had fired at them. They were silently sweeping around the grounds he could see, and sooner or later, they would find them.