Western Med


The Afghan girl touches the uniform’s caduceus.

“Baxsi.”

“Witch doctor.”

“Whatever makes her less afraid.”

“Do you have any anesthetic?”

“No.”

“Here.”

“Good, now lets get that piece shrapnel out of her lung.”

“Aye, aye, Doc.”

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