“Where did this temperature come from? You have a fever?”“Hell, you’re the corpsman.”“You allergic to morphine?”“Never have been before.”The big Hawaiian/Tahitian scowled. “Might have developed it. I’ll hit you with some ibuprofen, that might do it. Just don’t put any pressure on the shoulder. I better put your arm in a sling to be sure you don’t forget and use it.”He rigged a sling from a big square of cloth and tied it around Murdock’s neck. “Now, just chill out the rest of the night, Skip. We...’ll get some medics working on you first thing in the morning.”“Yeah, right. Get back to your post.” Murdock frowned. What the hell, he felt like he was sloughing off. He should at least have a spot in the perimeter. Hell, what was going on? He knew he should be doing something. Ed. Ed DeWitt had the con. Yeah. Relax. Good old Ed would do the job. Yeah, try and relax. Tired. So fucking tired. Yeah. Maybe he could grab a little nap about now. Maybe.When DeWitt checked Murdock ten minutes later he was sleeping.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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