Unlikely Saint
by Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Dameron
Chapter Four: Answer To A Prayer
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Hawkeye was in the compound when the last ambulance of the day came in. There had been a lull in the number of men they were being sent since dinner time, and this was the last batch they were expecting. When the door of the ambulance popped open Hawk grabbed the end of a stretcher and found himself facing BJ at the other end.
"This one's got a belly wound that can't wait. The other two are more minor." said Hunnicut.
"How about the others?"
"One has a separated shoulder and a flesh wound." said Hunnicut as he steered the first guy to Pre Op. "The other has a leg wound with a lot of collateral damage, but no vascular." They set the man down on a pallet. "I heard from Klinger that Father Mulcahy has been looking for some Latter Day Saints."
"We had a Red Cross worker come in last night from another aide station than the one you were at that's a Mormon."
"The leg wound is one too."
Hawkeye shook his head. "The Father will be glad to hear it."
"How bad off is the Red Cross worker?"
"She's fine accept for the fact that she was beaten about two weeks ago and can't remember who she is." Hawkeye admitted to his friend. "Klinger's been trying to get a list of missing Red Cross people."
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Charles heard screaming from the VIP Tent, so he entered. Their guest had been moved there since she didn't really need to stay in Post Op. He turned on the light and was greeted by a wild face. Here eyes were open, but he didn't dare to touch her with that hatred in them. Her face softened and she began to cry.
Charles moved closer, "Are you alright?"
"When I close my eyes I see such terrible things, but when I wake up I can't remember what they were." She clutched her pillow and sobbed even harder.
Charles was not sure how to comfort her.
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