Chapter Eighteen
EJ jerked as she dreamed.
“I told you Old Ben knew your brother, I told you,” Ben said.
Jeremy cried out, “Oh, my, EJ!”
She felt a heavy hand on her bed blankets.
“Can you hear me?”
“Can you hear me? What’s your name, son?” she heard in her dream. EJ pulled herself awake. She opened her eye and looked up at the tatty doctor standing over her cot. His hair was greasy with sweat, his blue apron stained with reds and black. A stethoscope stuck out of a pocket, his white shirt open where a tie should be. EJ could smell his hot breath on her neck as he peered at her shoulder bandage.
“Sir,” she whispered. “Edward. Hepscott.”
“Well, that looks good so far. You got banged up pretty good, but you’ll be fine. Where you from, soldier?” the doctor asked.
“Missouri, no, Tenne
