Thursday, July 4, 2019

Seven Skinny Cows: To Catch a Falling Knife


Kelly hauled ass down the road as fast as the frost shattered surface would carrying him. One of the lessons-learned from the Bacon Incident was that Chernovsky did not have a plan to care for casualties. That led to the Kelly Carney ambulance service.

Kelly was driving the truck and running pedal-to-the-metal. One of the lessons was that when you needed an ambulance on the battlefield you needed it NOW.

Kelly started taking gasoline in payment for plowing gardens. His plan was to use gasoline instead of taking thirty minutes to get the gassifier up to full speed.

The call came in that he had five casualties, two deceased and three alive although severely injured. Hence Kelly putting the hammer down.

A group was waiting as he paused at the turn-off to Kates Store on the way back. He paused just long enough for them to pull the litter holding Quinn out of the back of the truck. Quinn would probably survive.

Then Kelly floored it and was rolling toward the city of Eaton Rapids.

Somewhere between Kates Store and Eaton Rapids, Buddy breathed his last.

Kelly found out that Dysen was the least of Eaton Rapids' problems and was way down the list for receiving medical care.

An organized, armed force hit the M-99 bridge the same time Squads One and Two encountered the ambush. Unlike Chernovsky's force, the Eaton Rapids men guarding the M-99 bridge had been unlucky. They were gulled into rushing to the aid of a woman who appeared to be assaulted by a couple of thugs. The men were mowed down by hidden snipers and two trucks with an unknown number of hostiles bashed through the token resistance on the bridge and were somewhere behind the lines and were unaccounted for.

Some of the Eaton Rapids fighters were still alive and were being tended to by the tattered remnants of the Eaton Rapids medical community.

Kelly refused to take no for an answer. He kept drilling for information until he found SOMEBODY with expertise to care for Dysen.

Fortunately for Dysen, Eaton Rapids still had two dentists. Neither one of them was pulled into caring for the Eaton Rapids men. It took both of them, working in shifts, six hours to stitch Dysen’s face back together. The bullet blew out her lower, right canine and four left molars. The shattered teeth and bullet tore a huge gash in her left cheek.

The impact simultaneously knocked her unconscious and flipped her off her bike.

The work was tedious and there was little available in the way of pain killers. Tiny shreds of skin were stretched and mated with other shreds of skin and then joined with minute stitches. The dentists had not practiced this kind of work since Dental school. They knew how to do it but had no practice.

After the surgery, they loaded Dysen up with Cherrystone laudanum and penicillin and sent her back to Kates Store to recover.

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