About thirty miles from camp a wounded woman lied in the arms of a stranger.
"Maam. It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you some help." Klinger looked around desperately. He wasn't positive, but he believed that this woman was in a middle of a miscarriage. This was extremely dangerous for him. If a Korean saw him help his woman than he would certainly be killed. But if he left this woman alone then she would definitely die. Why had his car died? Just his luck that this had happened to him. Not to mention that he was certainly in trouble with his troop. Who would have ever guessed that he would give his left arm to be back at the base.
"No go, mister. Please." She grabbed him and pulled him to the ground. He was a strong man who'd certainly been grabbed by plenty of men, injured or not, before. But this was different. ..This was a desperate woman fighting for the life of her child. Certainly she knew her child was going to die but still she held on to hope. She was screaming in her native language, begging to be understood. Max didn't need to know Korean to understand what she was saying.
"Ma'am, I can't help you. You have to let go of me. " He took her hand and forcefully pulled it away from him.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Dreadfully, he had to cover her mouth with his hand. "Ssh. Ssh. You'll get us both killed. Now stop. Please."
He could tell from her eyes that she knew exactly what she was doing. She would do anything even if it meant risking both of their lives to get him to stay with her. Her big brown eyes shone with fear, her eyes dilated and crazed. Yet she was an extremely beautiful woman. It was hard not to want to protect her. She wore no wedding ring. He could only imagine the agony she was going through. She must be absolutely terrified, especially going through it alone. At that moment he decided that he would help her, no matter what the risk to his life. He had to get her back to camp. Hawkeye would know what to do. But how would he get her there? Her baby would not survive the trip, and she might not either.
Meanwhile, across the fields at the surgical tables, the team were still cussing out Klinger.
:"How can he be so selfish?"
"How can he pull one of his stunts at a time like this?"
"Thank God Radar is here to cover his sorry butt."
"Maybe we should grant his section 8."
"The army might be better off without him, anyways."