Re: Episode 6-4: Just What the Doctor Ordered
The doctor handed her a lantern. "Miss Hawthorne, f you could just hold this up while I work...it's a bit dark out here. Mr. Darling, could you get another lantern? I'm going to need a little more light than we have here at present if I'm to do anything out here. By the by, I think Suzy will be taking up her room again here at the saloon. Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest. She's made a recovery, thank the Lord."
He knelt by the body, and in the lantern light that Coraline held close, he examined the wounds. After a moment, he said simply, "damn," and drew a deep breath, releasing it before he stood up.
“Back in ’63, I served in the Confederate Army as a surgeon. During the Battle of
Gettysburg, I was stationed in a field hospital, and the wounded were coming in thick and heavy. I was stitching together some poor young man’s arm when I heard a tremendous commotion from the triage tent where other men were waiting for our attention—or were long past needing it. It was a hot night, kind of like it’ll be tonight, and although it was 10 years ago to the day, I remember it like it was only last week."
“I handed my needle to my nurse and trotted out to see what the hullabaloo was about. At first I thought the Yankees had outflanked us and were attacking us in the night. It turned out to be worse—much worse. Apparently some butcher in surgeon’s clothing had been working his way among the wounded, amputating healthy limbs as he went. No anaesthetic. No bullet to bite on. Just a quick cut with the knife, and the arm or the leg was gone. In some cases, he took heads. God, that was a terrible night." He paused, kneeling in the dirt again near the body to examine more of the wounds.
“There was one man by the name of Ketchum who spotted him. Ketchum was near to death himself, but he’d been awakened from his delirium by the screams of those the Butcher - that's what we took to callin' him - was dismembering. The soldiers standing guard outside the tent had ignored the yells. After a while of listening to wounded men scream, knowing you can’t do a thing about it, you just try to shut it out."
“Anyhow, Ketchum managed to reach his sidearm and plug the Butcher full of lead. The gunshots were what finally got the guards to come running. When the soldiers arrived, they saw the Butcher standing over Ketchum, who was still firing his empty pistol at the killer despite the fact that his right eye was impaled on the tip of the Butcher’s bloody scalpel. The madman ran off cackling, despite the fact the guards swore they’d hit him with their rifles as he fled."
"Now...maybe I'm just getting carried away and letting my mind take me on these flights of fancy, but this killing and the other...the removal of the limbs in this precise, surgical fashion...I can't help but be reminded of that night."