The Medic Page #2

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Get some, whoo!

Yeaaah!

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[whoosh sound]

[whistling armament]

Everyone okay?

We gotta clear this valley.

Everyone, eyes on deck!

[automatic gunfire]

[electric crackling]

[loud whoosh]

[grunt]

Everybody brace for hard landing.

[grunts]

[groan]

[muffled splash]

[water gurgling]

[muffled splash]

[deep inhale]

[tense note ]

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[gasping]

[distant yell]

Medic!

Medic!

Doc, we need you.

There's wounded.

Doc, come on.

Move it.

Help me out here.

Move, Doc!

Move it, Doc.

Pass him over, pass him over to me.

Come on.

We get him to shore.

[groans]

Help me get him to the shore.

Doc!

Get it together or he's gonna die, come on!

Every... everyone's bad.

I don't know where to start.

No time.

Figure it out.

No, keep your hands in.

Help me out here, Doc.

- Check his vitals.

- Move it, Doc!

Come on!

Medic, right up here.

Oh, f***...

[indistinct yelling]

Check his vitals, Doc.

[pained groan]

I'm gonna have a go back,

to check for more survivors.

Medic!

Medic!

- Medic!

- What?

Doc, I'm hurt.

Are you dying?

I don't know.

I'm numb, man.

- Doc!

- You're just cold, you'll be fine.

Doc, I got another one.

Pretty bad shape, man.

He got no pulse.

Help me out.

Doc, do something!

Start CPR or something, come on!

Lapierre, sit rep!

Got two critical wounded.

Doc is dealing with it.

All right, where's Watts?

He didn't make it.

Tabernac!

All right, Doc.

What's goin' on, man?

Everyone's beat to sh*t.

I've...

I've never done triage before.

All right, assess the situation.

Who's got the best chance

of surviving, all right?

Sarge.

Okay, go.

Johnson, you start CPR on the pilot.

Help him out.

Lappy, I need you on the bank.

We gotta move right now.

What about my arm, man?

What about my arm?

F***!

You, trooper.

What's your name, man?

Brian.

Okay, Brian.

Are you hurt bad?

I think I'm okay.

Okay, I need to know

if your sh*t's wrapped tight.

and don't do anything without calling it out.

We need to set up a perimeter.

You got it?

Okay, let's go.

Come on, come on.

[yelling]

Sarge!

Sarge...

[yelling continues]

Sarge, you're wounded.

We'll fix you up, okay?

Sarge, you gotta sit still

and we'll fix you up, okay?

Doc, shut him up, man.

He's gonna give away our position.

Just give him something

to bite down on, or something.

[automatic weapons firing]

Too late.

Move up.

Secure the right flank.

- Covering fire!

- Move up.

[automatic gunfire]

[explosions]

[energy pulses]

Contact front.

- What do you see?

- Call it out!

Get Lapierre on the tree lines, dead ahead.

Roger that.

We got movement on the right two over there.

I hear 'em.

Ow...

Oh, it hurts.

How's he doing?

Man, my arm...

It's f***in' killin' me.

I'm almost done here, just keep him stable.

[dramatic, drum heavy arrangement ]

Cover Hatfield.

Get on him.

Suppressing fire.

Go.

Contact on the left.

Down.

Reloading.

Move out.

Move this way.

Move up.

Follow him.

Stay low.

Eyes open.

What do you see?

I've got a pulse.

Is he breathing?

Good, keep an eye on him.

Just two more seconds.

Moving left, moving left.

[indistinct vocalization]

Bring it up.

Keep your heads down.

Pour it on 'em!

Trooper, bring it up.

Coming left.

[gasping]

[helicopters approaching]

Tango down.

What do you see, Lappy?

What do you see?

Got movement to the left.

Three units.

- Look sharp, boys.

- Maybe 100 meters up.

Don't have a clear shot from here.

Sh*t.

Move your head.

Cover him.

Covering.

Get a shot.

Take it.

Copy.

Stand by to support the warrant officer.

- You guys cover me.

- Call it.

Go.

Keep laying it down.

Reloading.

Lappy, how you doin', buddy?

Left is clear.

- Roger that.

- How's the right?

Eyes on the right.

How's the right?

Don't leave me hanging.

Trooper, bring right.

Switch right, now.

Movin' up.

[tense note rising ]

[music cuts]

Too damn silent.

You guys got anything over there?

Talk to me.

Clear on the left.

Copy.

All clear right.

F***.

[somber music ]

What about my arm?

How's it goin', Doc?

I don't know.

Everybody okay?

- You wounded?

- No.

The pilot didn't make it.

I...

I couldn't keep him going.

I'm sorry.

Are you guys okay?

[chuckle]

Oh yeah.

What a treat.

Oh man, my arm is bleeding real bad.

All right, everybody stay low.

Lappy, I need you to find

the airman's tracking beacon

and activate it.

Go.

There you go.

Just keep an eye on the sergeant.

Tell me if anything changes.

F***.

Hey, are you okay?

I ripped my pants.

Can I look at your head?

Can I ask you a few questions?

What year is it?

Okay.

What's your full name?

Brian Keith Leise.

Okay, who is the current prime minister?

I don't know.

[chuckle]

Yeah, me neither.

Just take your glasses off for a second.

Okay, look into this.

Follow my finger.

All right.

Here, you can put those back.

Yeah, you're gonna be all right.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Okay.

[tense arrangement ]

[heave]

[retching, gagging]

[coughing]

[woman screams]

Does anybody else hear that?

[woman screams]

Anybody at all?

F***.

[woman moans]

[woman moans]

Does anybody copy?

[woman moans]

Anybody, over?

[woman moaning]

[woman]

Oh, oh, oh. Mm. Ah.

[pleasured moaning continues]

[Johnson] Ba-a-ker

[moaning continues]

Baker, where are you?

[moaning intensifies]

Baker!

[climactic moaning]

Baker!

Baker, wake up.

[laughing]

Hey man, how ya doin'?

Sorry, I passed out.

No sh*t, you f***er.

Everyone's looking for ya.

All right.

Okay.

Let's go.

About f***in' time.

would have knocked out the containment field.

So they'll be able to track it

and we'll be susceptible.

Hey.

EVAC on its way?

- No EVAC.

- What?

There is no long range radios in this valley,

and the EMP blast took out the tracking beacon

and the SAT phones.

So they don't even know if we're still alive.

Right.

Well, this is some

weak-ass sh*t.

I'm not equipped for this kind of survival op.

F***in' forces, man.

Well, your LCF is f***in' tops, though.

LCF?

Seriously, what the f***

is all this sh*t, anyways?

Or whatever, brah.

It makes me look fierce.

Gotta intimidate the squidlets, you know.

Make 'em ink.

Oh sh*t, I think I just did.

Seriously, where the f***

did you find this sh*t pump?

He's not that bad.

He's a good laugh.

Still awaiting parts, though.

Well, that's great.

So what about the EVAC?

Ah, it's gettin' pretty dark.

And they're not gonna fly at night.

It's too hairy.

So, what's the plan?

First off, we gotta get off this beach.

We're too exposed.

Then we're gonna send a team up

out of the valley,

try to make contact with HQ.

Then we just gotta standby to standby.

What about the sarge?

We can't move him far.

We'll figure it out.

we gotta get outta here before nightfall.

This place is gonna be teeming with squids

before the sun sets.

What's up with him?

Ah, few cuts and bruises, nothing serious.

Ah, I don't think he has a concussion, ah...

...shock, maybe?

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