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Trapper carried his twin into the prep area with tears streaming down his face. As he looked down at her face he could barely recognize her. Gen was covered with blood, it seemed like from head to toe. Margaret met them at the doors holding them open for the pair to enter. She gasped loudly when she saw the state of her second in command was in. She was able to get Trapper's attention to place her upon the nearest table for her to be able to get her ready for surgery quickly. Trapper carefully placed his sister on the table and reached up to move her bangs from her forehead, leaned down and placed a soft kiss there. He stood, visibly shook his shoulders, let out a sigh and turned to quickly get ready for her surgery. Margaret was already yelling at the assistants to get Gen prepped and ready for surgery. Time was of the essence and they didn't have much of it. She held a massive lump of gauze on her shoulder wound and wondered aloud who would have done this to one of her nurses. At the same time Cpl. Maxwell Klinger ran through the doors, rifle in hand as well as his yellow clutch to match his yellow sundress and black pumps he chose to adorn for duty today. "I heard what happened, is she awake to give a description?" At his attire and his statement Margaret had had enough. "Klinger if you do not get out of here this instant she won't be the only one needing surgery today. Does she look awake to you?" Klinger finally took in the scene before him. And what he saw made his heart and his stomach clench. Margaret was covered in blood and he was pretty sure it was all Gen's. He was just barely able to see Gen from around the Major's arms. She was ghostly white almost the same color as the sheets she was being draped in. Klinger set his jaw and gave a quick salute to the Major and turned on his heels and ran back out to the compound to help with the search for the assailant.

Meanwhile in the OR, Henry had finished with the last casualty when Hawkeye ran back in and informed everyone what had happened. Every single person in the OR let out a gasp and it was Major Burns who spoke up first. " Was it one of ours or theirs?" Col. Blake took this moment to throw one of his spare clamps right past Frank's head to hit the wall behind him. "What the blooming hell does it matter Burns? One of our nurses let alone Trapper's sister has been hurt and you want to know if it was us or them?" Henry by this time had taken off his gloves and was getting everything ready for them to work on Gen. Hawkeye was scrubing back in. Frank in his usual high pitched voice replied " Well it's a honest question I'm sure more than one person is wanting to know the answer to." Henry made a slow turn around to face Frank and with hard eyes said," Frank are you finished with this boy?" Frank audibly swallowed and simply nodded his head profusely. Henry smiled beneath his mask but everyone knew it was forced then said "Good Frank. If you don't leave my sight within 10 seconds, you will be writing home to your wife as to explain why you are having problems with your vision and why your pay has dropped down to a Captain level real quick." Frank made an audible yelp and ran from the operating room not turning back. Henry took just a moment to compose himself when he heard the doors from the scrub room busting open and seeing his two best surgeons walking through. He noted that Trapper was much paler than he has ever been and he could tell the lines of worry on his face. He walked over to them and offered some support where he could. "I'll be gas man for you two. What are you thinking you are going to find?" Hawkeye looked into Henry's eyes with a sorrowful look and replied "Well that bullet nicked her brachial artery. We need to stop that bleeding first to save blood flow to the rest of her arm and to retain function. Other than that I'm expecting some broken bones from the beating she took." All the while the conversation was going on Trapper was having his own conversation with a much higher physician. "Lord if you would be so kind as to just not take my sister from me please. I know we don't talk much but I know you and Gen do. If she could I'm sure she would be saying the same thing. Just do this and I promise to go to the Father's services from now on. Please." As soon as he finish his last plea the doors from pre op opened and Margaret and an orderly were carrying in the stretcher with Gen on it. It seemed she had a stable IV line and was already receiving blood. He knew that their blood type was rare and was already prepared to donate whatever it took to save her. They got her settled and Henry quickly checked her vital signs. The other nurses helped get the drapes set while Hawkeye checked the instruments they would need. Trapped walked over to Henry and silently sent him a look of just tell me she is alive. Henry gave him a nod and recited her vitals to the team. " BP is 60/40 pulse is 84. We need to stop this bleeding fast though." Hawkeye gave a sharp nod and looked to Trapper to see if he was ready. Trapper nodded and took a deep breath and readied himself to assist where needed. Hawkeye gave his typical command for a scalpel and the OR fell into a hush while the surgery began.