“This is all f*****g disturbingly familiar,” muttered Kurt. He was the one in a base hospital this time, granted it was run by the Iraqi government, but it had been set up by the U.S. military and some American staff were still around.
He’d torn a few stitches loose when he’d knocked Maggie out of the way of a sniper’s bullet. The clinic on the base also had a CT and had confirmed that he did have a hairline break in his femur. So here he was, not quite horizontal, banned from using crutches until he could get a full orthopedic assessment. He’d had a full on go round with some Army doctor trying to prove that five mg of morphine didn’t do diddly squat and then the moron had dosed him with Versed. Yeah, that was a laugh and a half…sort of. For 99% of the population, that stuff made them so
