A CALLING TO DUTY
Lieutenant Hanley
gasped and swore as flesh rendered open and blood spilled onto the map he’s
been studying with Sergeant Saunders.
Saunders took one look
at the bleeding wound. “Medic!” he
yelled, unable to keep the urgency from his voice.
“Saunders…” protested
Hanley as the sergeant put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I…”
“Shush, Lieutenant, Doc’ll be here soon. He and the squad are across the street
waitin’ for me.”
They both flinched as
the solid wooden door, burst open by their summoned medic, slammed against the
wall. Dust trickled from the ceiling onto the medic’s helmet and shoulders as
he immediately assessed the situation.
“Help him, Doc,”
pleaded Saunders.
With his medical
rucksack clutched against his thigh and a determined look on his face, Doc
hurried to the wounded man. He flung his
bag onto the table, not concerned as papers, maps and pencils scattered onto
the floor and inspected the wound. “Sorry.”
Horrified, Doc slowly
lifted his head and looked at his sergeant.
Their worried eyes met across their wounded officer as he slumped in the
elegant antique chair. He was perspiring
heavily – they all were.
Hanley and Saunders
looked on helplessly as Doc quickly rummaged through his medical supplies.
“Doc…”
“I don’t know if I’ve
anything that can help.”
“You’ve got to have
something…use anything to stop the bleeding, Doc. He… he might…”
“All right, that’s
enough,” muttered Hanley. The officer struggled against his two men, pushing
them both away.
Saunders shook his
head “But you’re bleeding…”
“I’ve found it,” cried
Doc, as he held up the small plaster. He
quickly ripped the protective covering off the dressing and wrapped it around
the injury.
“Cut it out you two,
it’s only a paper cut.”
“And a nasty paper cut
it is, Lieutenant,” grinned Saunders and he and Doc inspected the neatly
plastered finger.
“You might have bled
to death if Sarge hadn’t called me.”
Hanley pulled his hand
free and pointed to the door. “I doubt it, Doc – now both of you get out of
here.”
THE END