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Cole cursed, shaking his head in frustration “What’s Peyton done this time?”

Amelia’s head whipped around to see the nurse anesthetist’s fist smash into a man’s face She winced at the impact, at the way the ain Others joined the fight, soet in hits of their own

Ahts weren’t uncommon at port call Actually, they were quite the norm Several thousand soldiers barely out of their teens, some still in their teens, let loose with money in their pockets, too ood thing under the best of circumstances

But Peyton wasn’t a kid He was a highly trained anesthetist and one of their own Cole wouldn’t leave hi sure he was okay and not in need of ht ended Plus, several of the ht were USS Benjamin Franklin crewmen

Warning her to step back, Cole bustled his way tohere a cluster of ht, she followed hiht had broken up A corps from a cut on his cheek Another’s nose bled profusely Peyton rubbed his knuckles A few others would sport bruises of various shapes and sizes co, but no one see a couple of towels and ice fro soldiers

“Here” She handed the towel to the one with the bleeding nose “Pinch your nostrils tightly together”

Using her fingers and nose, she deht lose his balance, she shoved a bar stool toward him “Sit down, pinch your nose like I showed you and don’t attempt to move until I tell you it’s okay”

He did as ordered

Cole was checking Peyton’s hand so Amelia turned to the soldier with the cut on his face The slash wasn’t so deep or jagged that it required an eency room visit, not really, but he would need a few stitches for the area to properly heal with

Whichback to the ship to attend to the injured crew’s needs

So ht of sexual excess

A bus carried the soaze ive a rundown of casualties

On the bus, he sat with the soldier needing stitches and A filled withice plopped over his swollen hand

“That’s going to s Why did you hit that man, anyway?”

Peyton shrugged, not sayingout of his room earlier now sat with the soldier whose nose had been broken by Peyton’s punch She oohed and aahed over the soldier like a mother hen Had they had a lovers’ spat and the woe? Who knew?