The Doctor Agnès Cover + Snippet

So here it is. The cover of the sequel to Miss Agnès. Agnès Gunarsson has grown up and has become a doctor and World War 1 is raging over Western Europe, especially in Northern France.

Here’s a snippet of Doctor Agnès…

Agnès did not know how many hours they had been standing at the operation table with the only sign of the patient still being alive his shallow but regular breathing. Finally she exclaimed, “done!”

“You’re amazing.” Abigail’s voice was full of admiration, “I’ve only seen the Thomas Splints done a couple of times but never so deftly.”

Katell had also finished treating the upper part of the patient’s body and took a step back. With the back of her hand she brushed a copper curl aside that had escaped her surgical cap, “I actually think, Major Pierre Duval has a chance at pulling through. If he’s lucky he might be up and running within a couple of weeks.”

“Well running,” Agnès smirked, “that sounds a little too early but I agree, he now has a better shot at recovery. Well done, ladies. I think we can go and have some dinner now.”

At that moment the doors to the operation room were pushed open with force and another casualty was brought in. “Here we go again,” Katell observed, rearranging her cap and putting on clean gloves. At that moment Agnès made a strange almost unhuman sound. It came out as an agonized howl.

The patient that was brought in was no other than Jacques. He was lying limply on the stretcher, his skin the color of ashen gray but seemingly without any wounds. Restraining herself she addressed the carrier, “What happened?”

“Shot in the back when he left the car just across from the River Somme. Them damn German snipers,” the weary carrier muttered, “I’m so sorry, Doctor, it’s the young count, for sure.”

“Get him on the table at once, face down,” Agnès ordered and turning to Katell she added, “Do we notify Elle or look first?”

“Let’s look first.”

“I agree,” Abigail cut in, “Elle’s exhausted and there’s not much she can do here anyway. Let’s get his uniform off.” Without further ado she got out a pair of huge scissors and cut open the rough army-green coat. There was indeed only a small hole in the fabric, no blood. Only one bullet had hit Jacques. But where? It had not come out on the other side, which was not a good sign.

Agnes knew as no other that he was critical. His color, the unconsciousness. Her foreboding was right. The bullet had gone through his spine and ripped his spleen but stayed inside. Clean, straight but very damaging. If they would manage to get the bullet out, his chances of survival were slim, very slim. And he would always be paralyzed because it had hit at T12, a sure place for a transverse lesion. Even so, the damage to his organs would be a greater threat. As long as the bullet was inside him, it was a time bomb.

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