It was as if the floodgates had burst. A deluge of wounded were being brought in, many bloodied bodies lying on stretchers, trying to make sense of their situation. Hawkeye, who was on the crabby side of the street this morning, was quite annoyed with the work that lied ahead. Can't they just pause the war, just for five minutes?! He kneeled down next to a civilian child who was badly burned. But he couldn't help notice out of the corner of his eye a shiny grey automobile pulling into camp. What's this? Hawkeye stood up as he watched Colonel Potter make his way over to the vehicle, as the door opened and a well-dressed woman stepped out. At least she has better taste than Klinger. He admired her figure for a moment before getting a suspicious feeling as the Colonel walked over to him. "This young woman needs a house call, her mother is quite ill and needs a doctor stat." Hawkeye gave him a stern glare. "I don't know why you're telling that to me, I've got serious cases to attend to." Colonel Potter shook his head diaprovingly. "You're going to make that house call Pierce, and I don't want any backtalk." Hawkeye looked back down at the small girl with not so small burns. "Colonel, there's some people here who are in dire need of attention, I think if that woman is coming up here in her fancy ride asking for a house call, it can wait, or just get some other doctor to-" The Colonel's face was beet red from anger as he interrupted him, "OH DON'T BE AN ASS! Now cut the crap and get in the damn car!" Hawkeye, quite aggrivated, picked up his bag and walked up to the car and into the seat. But Hawkeye had yet to learn what exactly he was walking into, and it wasn't just some house call.