Last Surgery In The Fatherland [Franz]

[klaus]

Small beads of sweat began to form on Klaus Piper's pale forehead, dripping into his deep blue eyes, stinging slightly. But Klaus knew the soldier he was operating would be in much worse pain if not under anesthesia, and the German medic shrugged it off. The challenging task of stopping the bleeding had been taken care of, and now the shrapnel must be removed quickly.

The poor Gefreiter Klaus was operating on was doing a standard grenade drill with live explosives, when something went terribly wrong. His lower thigh was peppered with half a dozen of small pieces of shrapnel, a painful, but not life-threatening wound, that had been bleeding badly when the soldier had arrived. The soldier's thigh was no longer bleeding, but Klaus would have to act quickly to avoid unwanted consequences.

The medic held the pair of steel tweezers in his steady hand, grabbing the first piece of shrapnel from the flesh of the soldier. Klaus slowly extracted it, laying it on it on a small steel dish. Klaus did the same for the next four small metal bits, but the sixth was badly embedded, and Klaus had to cut it out with his shiny steel scalpel. Klaus stitched each one up carefully, then covered it with an adhesive bandage. With the soldier safe, Klaus walked into the adjacent room and removed his white coat, mask, and plastic gloves.

Klaus entrusted the further care of the wounded soldier in several medical assistants that were milling around the room. The medic walked out of the small hut, brushing off his dark uniform. He began to walk, thinking about how that would be his last surgery in Germany.

[Franz Walters]

By this time, it was starting to rain. It was night, and Franz was out driveing about, trying to find the Field Hospital. In the back, his comrade lie down, fighting for life. The poor soldier was shot 10 times by a M1G rifle."Don't die on me!" Franz shouted back."Please don't die on me!"Oh, dear god, what did he do to diserve this? Franz asked himself. Franz finally saw two soldiers he had radioed. He pulled up. The one S.S Guard walked up. Here are his features: A red Nazi arm patch, Black S.S helmet, with a Small Black Swatzika on side,emborded with red, and lastly, a strapped MP-40, and a Hitler Youth knife. The S.S soldier began to speak, as the gate opened.As soon as he noticed the bleeding soldier in the back, he spoke fast,"Uh-Um D-Doctor Klaus Piper sha'll be seeing this man."Franz sped through to the doctors. The S.S soldier had radiod Klaus about the man. Franz quickly got, out and carried his fellow soldier in.
Franz was wearing a long, trenchcoat, as black as the night. He layed down his comrade. and checked in. He was giving permission to see the doctor. Franz walked out to notice his good friend, Klaus. "Hey Klaus!"Franz said in excitment. Then he remembered Klaus was the doctor. He also noticed Klaus just got finished."Oh. Sorry Klaus.I didn't know you just finished."

[klaus]

As Klaus began to walk, a car sped through the gate and parked infront of the medical area. A black-coated man stepped out and unloaded a bleeding man from the back of the car. He carried the wounded soldier into the OR, and then came out and spotted Klaus. "Hey Klaus!" The medic recognized the soldier as Franz Walters, a good friend of his. "Hello Franz! I see one of your comrades was wounded..." Klaus said, his voice tapering off at the end of the sentence.

Klaus began to walk around the medical area again, his black boots pounding on the muddy earth. "Franz, walk with me." Klaus said. "So whats new? Any news? I have just learned that I will be sent to the North African front." Klaus said, thinking about where he would be sent. "Any news of where you will be sent?" Klaus asked, continuing to walk. Klaus was worried about being sent to Africa, battling under the hot sun. Klaus would be responsible for deaths, not only the ones of his enemies, but also German ones. Germans that he could not save..."I'm a bit worried about being sent there. No telling what could happen. But I will be serving under the famous Erwin Rommel, the famed commander of the Afrikakorps.

[Franz Walters]

"I'm being sent over too.I'm nervous. So nervous, I could barley get ready.How's packing going? I gotta leave alot of friends behind." Franz looked down at his hands.Oh god, Franz thought. He had blood all over his hands. He quickly took out a rag and wiped them."So, hows the doc thing been working?" That's all Franz could think of. He was just SO nervous about Africa. He then took out a cigar box. He pulled out two, placed one inside his mouth, than passed the other one with a lighter, to his good friend, Klaus. He then took out a second lighter and lit his cigar. "So, when are we being shipped? I got a friend coming along, and we couldn't find the notice we got. Franz was crying, hoping the rain would hide the tears. But Klaus, could easily notice the tears at anysecond. Franz was crying because of his wounded friend.

[klaus]

"I'm being sent over too.I'm nervous. So nervous, I could barley get ready.How's packing going? I gotta leave alot of friends behind." Franz said, looking nervous. He pulled some cigars out and passed one to Klaus. Klaus lit it, but it was hard to keep lit in the pounding rain. He puffed it out, the smoke quickly evaporating in the heavy rain. "So, hows the doc thing been working?" Franz asked.

"Good. I have saved several lives, and I hope to save many more. It is good to know that I will have a good job after my military years are over." Klaus spoke. But when Klaus looked back over, tears were streaming down Franz's face. Klaus knew the pain of a wounded comrade, for Klaus had operated on several close friends, and some of them had died. Klaus did not want to upset Franz more than he was now, so the medic kept quiet. Klaus wondered what to say now, for he was at loss of words. Klaus hoped the poor wounded soldier would survive, but there was no garuntees. Death could strike at any minute, killing him quickly. Death was a funny thing. It could be sudden, or take hours, days, months, or even years. Funny thing death, funny thing. "So Franz..." Klaus asked.

[Franz Walters]

Franz started to talk, "Tell me if this upsets you or not, but, that soldier in there, That I took in, was my brother. We were in a fox hole, trying to relax. it took us 2 days to make.But they artillary shells got the camp in flames. The whole thing lit up like a christmas tree. We tried to fight off patrols. Then a whole field came in. Thats when we started to retreat. He got shot just as I turned the Koblewagon on. I almost got captured. The captain was only one who didn't make it out." Franz wasn't even half way through his cigar when he flicked it away."Aren't you going to..."Franz ran out of thought."To,to... have a puff?" Franz thought in his head, That was stupid.Aren't you going to have a... puff?Franz felt stupid, but was more sad.

[klaus]

Klaus listened as Franz told the said story of how his brother had been wounded and Franz had narrowly made it out, when suddenly a call came from the medical area. "SIR! COME QUICKLY!" One of the medical attendents yelled from the door of the OR. Klaus flicked away the cigar butt as he said "Excuse me Franz. I need to take this. Why don't you wait here?" Klaus knew what the call was probably about, and he didn't want his freind to be anymore upset than he was now. Klaus began to trot back to the room, his blond hair drenched and plastered to his head.

"What is it!?" Klaus asked breathlessly as he threw open the door. "The patient is almost dead. His pulse is tapering quickly, and he has lost several quarts of blood. It's a miricale he was even alive when the soldier brought him in." Klaus looked at the body stretched out on the operating table. Ten bullet wounds were scattered around his body, and blood was oozing out of them. Klaus approached and felt the pulse. Nothing. A wet patch had appeared on the man's trousers, which ment that his bladder and bowels had relesed in death. Dead. "Get me a death certificate." Klaus said sadly to one of the attendants. They brought Klaus the blank document, and Klaus scribbled down the time and date of death, patients name, and then signed his name at the bottom. The medic then sealed it with the Imperial War Eagle and rolled it up and stuffed it in his coat pocket.

Klaus exited the OR and trotted back to Franz. "Franz, i'm sorry, your brother is...is dead." He said, handing him the certificate. A single tear ran down Klaus's pale face.

[Franz Walters]

Franz tooke the certificate."A-Atleast he-he's out of suffer-" Franz started crying. The S.S guard ran over, thinking wondering if it was real tears, or rain.The S.S guard began to speak, "Woah.Did his brother die or something?"Klaus gave the single to just walk away, as Franz cried, his second time in his whole life.Franz noticed two soldier looking.Pretty much all were astonished, as Franz had never cried, since he was 12. Franz wiped the tears, but more streamed down his face anyways."Well, atleast he's out of suffering.Thank's for telling me."Franz said good bye to Klaus, packed up his gear in the trunk of the Koblewagon, Put the certificate into the glove compartment, and drove away.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

This thread was pretty short and sweet, hence the outcome here;

Franz: 5CP
~ A lot of punctual errors and short posts.

Klause: 7CP
~ Good posts, a constant length maintained throughout.

~Danny