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Aarfy

           

           "Ilostmyballs!Aarfy,Ilostmyballs!"Aarfydidn’thear,andYossarianbentforwardandtuggedathisarm."Aarfy,helpme,"hepleaded,almostweeping,"I’mhit!I’mhit!"Aarfyturnedslowlywithabland,quizzicalgrin."What?"

           "I’mhit,Aarfy!Helpme!"Aarfygrinnedagainandshruggedamiably."Ican’thearyou,"hesaid.

           "Can’tyouseeme?"Yossariancriedincredulously,andhepointedtothedeepeningpoolofbloodhefeltsplashingdownallaroundhimandspreadingoutunderneath."I’mwounded!Helpme,forGod’ssake!Aarfy,helpme!"

           "Istillcan’thearyou,"Aarfycomplainedtolerantly,cuppinghispodgyhandbehindtheblanchedcorollaofhisear."Whatdidyousay?"Yossarianansweredinacollapsingvoice,wearysuddenlyofshoutingsomuch,ofthewholefrustrating,exasperating,ridiculoussituation.Hewasdying,andnoonetooknotice."Nevermind."

           "What?"Aarfyshouted.

           "IsaidIlostmyballs!Can’tyouhearme?I’mwoundedinthegroin!"

           "Istillcan’thearyou,"Aaxfychided.

           "Isaidnevermind!"Yossarianscreamedwithatrappedfeelingofterrorandbegantoshiver,feelingverycoldsuddenlyandveryweak.

           Aarfyshookhisheadregretfullyagainandloweredhisobscene,lactescentearalmostdirectlyintoYossarian’sface."You’lljusthavetospeakup,myfriend.You’lljusthavetospeakup.

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