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Waco [[underlined]] 36 bed, telling the fellows to get all the hot things they could and bring them up. Loud sobs came up through the floor boards, from Sam who went down cellar. Clayt hot water bottles and an electric pad piled all the covers he could get on top of me, /and when I could breathe a little better, he said Sam was going to take me to the hospital, that George wanted me. I never knew who kept Buddie or what they did with him, that bunch of heart sick bachelors. I kept telling Sam that a broken nose wasn't too bad, then Sam would turn his head away and choke. I tried to fix my eyes so they wouldn't show tears, and asked Sam if George would be able to see that I had been crying. He said","No, he wont be able to see."... [[underlined]] and broke into sobs, which frightened me, so Sam he laughed and said, everything was going to be all right, and the next ship, if he ever built any more [[underlined]] would be a biplane. [[underlined]] We both had to laugh a little at that, but this time it was the motor and fog, not the number or strength of wings. The motor had conked out, and George had hit the crushing his head ditch, blinded by fog, and the crash had thrown him forward/into the and throwing him several feet from the ship. dash/. After what seemed an eternity, we were walking up the hospital into corridor, then/George's room. I forced a smile for George and there on wh [[strikethrough]] artle the white bed, lay a body, with the whole head and chest, caked and [[strikethrough]] flowing He must be dying! [[underlined]] blood. It was George! / The room stood on end, the sound of buzzing fans at the odor of blood. was in my ears, I felt nauseated/, Sam grabbed me, pushing my head down, the room cleared, and George, said, "Babe? Aren't you going to kiss me?" The piteousness of that voice, the tear spattered smile Same gave me, was all that sustained ,me, while I somehow found George's blood caked mouth. casually [[underlined]] I heard my voice as that of a stranger/saying," You bet I am," and telling George he was going to be all right. For weeks George lay there, not knowing whether he would ever see again. He had struck across the left cheek bone and left eye, and the plywood kept oozing out in slivers, from the wound. The follicles were wiped completely off his nose, so he never again smelled his favorite foods, nor again [[strikethrough]] henever [[strikethrough]] smelled [["ed" strikethrough]] a water jacket too dry for the motor on the point of cracking, or needing
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