He must have dozed off while he watched Jo�an hurry about, her making several trips outside. It took him a moment to hear the yelling that must have woke him. He recognized Jo�an voice. Was the other her brother? Were they yelling about him?
As the yelling neared the house, Jo�an yelled �English!�
Korean words yelled back.
�He has a right to know what is being said!�
�What do they know and care about rights?�
He was sitting up by the time the duo entered, his back against the two walls that made up the corner. The length of rope and chain preventing him from pulling his leg fully into the narrow shadow.
�He not soldier!� Jo�an continued.
�But he is American!�
�Ian!� she yelled as her brother spun towards their captive. She grabbed her rifle as he went for his knife.
The prisoner heard the click of the gun as the blade was pressed against his throat. The Korean�s eyes were black with hate. The knife sharp, pressed hard enough to draw blood.
�You wouldn�t shoot me,� the Korean, Ian, said to his sister, never taking his eyes from the man in front of him.
�Do you want find out hard way?� Her voice shook, but she held the gun steady.
Ian wanted nothing more than to kill�he wanted it so bad he could taste it, figuratively speaking. Will great willpower did he finally pull away. The edge of the knife was tainted with blood.
After Ian backed regretfully away and disappeared outside, Jo�an went to check on the American. There was a thin cut on his skin, but it had already stopped bleeding.
He looked past her shoulder when he saw a few objects fly through the open door that Ian had tossed. Then he gasped. One of the bags looked strangely familiar, but he couldn�t place it. It looked like any bag, nothing special except for a red cross stitched onto it�s side. �Where did he get that bag?�
�Do you remember something?�
�I�ve seen it before�the one with the red cross.�
The next time Ian poked his head inside, Jo�an spoke to him in Korean. He answered and was gone. �Says from a dead body.�
The American closed his eyes trying hard to remember.
Jo�an watched him as he drifted off to sleep. Then she went about fixing a small meal.
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BJ and Hawkeye rushed to help the wounded as bombs exploded around them. One burst between them just after they split to help some wounded., throwing the surgeons further away from each other and filling the air with dirt and smoke�BJ squinted, but couldn�t see Hawkeye, nor could Hawkeye see him��Hawkeye� he yelled.
�BJ!�
Jo�an was by his side in an instant and shook him awake.
He gasped and grabbed onto her sleeve, eyes wide, mind still in the dream.
She almost hollered for her brother, but realized that hurting her was the last thing on his mind. She waited patiently for him to come back to himself. �Are you alright?� When she got no response, she shook him gently. �Why did you call out your name?�
�I did?� he said, finally turning to look at her. He looked more frightened than he had when she had found him, if that was possible. He sat up and leaned his back against the wall. �I was there at the fighting�.trying to save, not kill.� The memories, both of the dream and of other events, started to return to him. �A friend, my best friend was there. A bomb---we got separated.� He looked to the corner where the medicine bag lay along side others, and Ian�s words came back to him. �Oh, shit,� he moaned as he ran this bound hands through his black hair�