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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2730604" data-attributes="member: 26473">The chubby nurse flashes Normand a look as she carries a basin of clean water and surgical sponges, setting them on a stand beside the examination table. “Flatterer,” she says, obviously pleased. “Now try to hold still.” She carefully removes the soiled dressings Marcel applied in the field.As she works at the wounds with the sponges, Pauline answers Marcel. “The Rubieras’ place is out a ways, I think,” she replies, “a few kilometers at least.” The nurse dips a clean sponge in the water, and scrubs at Normand’s forehead, sidling near the legionnaire as she works – Normand can feel the warmth of her skin through her cotton scrubs as her ample figure presses close. “Ferhaz. That’s it. He was waiting with that big yellow tuck that Monsieur Rubiera drives.” Pauline’s face crinkles slightly. “Or drove.”Pyotr wanders in as the nurse finishes speaking. She confirms Marcel’s estimate. “The doctor is in with Gaspard, to look at his wounds. He said he would like to remove the bullet from Gaspard’s leg tonight,” she says to Pyotr, giving him a bright smile in the process, then looks at Marcel. “Légionnaire Fortier, you’ll be arranging for an army ambulance to take the sénégalais to Géryville in the morning, oui?”The Ukrainian legionnaire sees the tall, lanky doctor standing in the doorway. “A couple of hours? Most likely, yes,” he replies to Pyotr’s question. “This one,” he says, nodding at Normand, “gets sutures and antibiotics before we go in the other one’s thigh, Pauline.”“Yes, doctor,” she replies.  The nurse lifts Normand’s injured arm to access the jagged shrapnel wound, resting the limb across her shoulder. “Doctor, did you see Monsieur Rubiera in town this afternoon? I saw one of his farmhands with that yellow truck of theirs.”Dr. Bruzzi moves closer to Normand, eyeing the wounds. “No, no, I didn't, I'm sorry to say. Jacques Girard told me that Rubiera was here today, with his son. He said Joseph and the boy dropped off that Citroën of Marie's at the Moroccan’s garage, and picked up some feed at Girard’s store before going back to the farm.”</blockquote>

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