Daily Archives: November 5, 2012

Headaches, Part 5

Back to World War I for a bit more of the troubles of Nurse Maud Raudabaugh, who’s survived having the hospital she was assigned to blown up over her and has now been rescued by a young ambulance driver, with a truckload of wounded soldiers who expected to be treated at the hospital that isn’t there any more…


Parts 1-4

I woke with another headache. The guns were still thudding. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Have to find water today. See if the legs will work. If you’re lucky you can dodge shrapnel. Time to go.

* * *

There used to be a little stream, down the hill. I tighten the splint on my dragging foot. Deep breath. Skirts will hinder me, but female clothes might make snipers pause. The big guns? Soldier or nurse, they won’t care, any more than an earthquake would.

Crawling under fallen beams, out of what was a hospital once. Day before yesterday. Nothing looks the same. Artillery echoes through my bones. Hobbling forward dizzily, creeping up piles of rubble and sliding down the far side. Once I fainted. I woke with another headache. Water gurgles ahead. What germs, what poisons does it carry? I smile wryly – I’m going to drink anyway.

* * *

“Miss! Miss!”

What now? I was so close to the stream! “Miss!” He’s scrambling down the hillside, dirtying his nice clean uniform. “Isn’t there a hospital around here?”

I laugh and laugh. “Up there!” I point at the rubble.

It takes a minute for him to understand. “But – I’ve got all these wounded men.”

He’s a bit shocky, I decide. But he does have a canteen of water. Oh, it tastes good! “Thank you,” I say, briskly, nurse-like again. “There must be some places in the world that haven’t been blown up. You’ll have to go there.”

* * *

“I’m not leaving you here,” he says. “You come with me – I’ll give you a ride in the ambulance.”

I thank him and walk briskly up the hill. Or I intend to. Somehow I’m sitting flat on the ground with the driver bending over me. “I think I’d better carry you,” he says apologetically, scooping me up.

By this time I should be used to the way the pounding guns make the whole world vibrate. My head swims; my mind floats like a leaf in water. I should go on duty – where’s the hospital?

Maybe I’m the one who’s shocky.

Part 5

He’s got one of those new motor ambulances. How interesting! He lifts me into the seat in front  and bends to turn the crank. I hope it won’t kick back at him – I’ve heard of men breaking arms that way.

We jolt off. There’s not much of a road left after the shelling. The wounded men in the back groan pitifully at every bounce.

“I’m Jack,” my rescuer says as he wrestles us up and over a crater.

“My name’s Maud. Hello, Jack.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Maud.” We come over the top of a hill; below, a wide stream and a tangle of metal. Jack mutters under his breath and stops the ambulance. “Bridge gone,” he says.