OK, hi folks! This is my VERY first MASH fanfiction, so please be kind. No flames, if you please. Constructive criticism is welcomed. As of right now, this story is still in the making. Anywho, enjoy! The first few chapters are relatively short.
Reveille had been 4 hours ago.
Hawkeye Pierce had been dreaming of a gigantic lobster, doused in butter and lemon, the meat already removed from the shell. Unfortunately, he was woken by the sound of his head pounding. Cracking a lazy eye open, he was greeted by the piercing 9 AM sun shining through the "walls" of the Swamp. He rolled over, pressing his pillow over his exposed cheek to dull the beginnings of what was sure to be a beast of a hangover, and tried to fall back asleep. However the sun and headache had done their job, and he now found it virtually impossible to get another wink. Trapper was MIA from his bunk.
"Nurse Night. How could I forget?" he said to himself.
The two had devised a weekly get-away, usually occurring on Thursdays, their day off, and including the wining, and dining of any specific nurse. Now, as Hawkeye glanced at Trapper's empty cot, he was reminded of his lonely night in the Swamp, with Frank Burns mumbling in his sleep about stocks and bonds. Hawkeye had preferred a date with the still rather than soft personnel. The more he thought about it, the more he guessed that he had probably been a no-show for some pretty little thing.
He tried, in vain to rub the sleep and the throbbing out of his eyes, grabbed his towel, bathrobe, and Trapper's aviators, and headed for the showers.
"Morning, Hawkeye," came Radar's high-pitched salutation, as he walked beside the captain, nose buried in paperwork.
"Hi Radar, what's good?"
"How's that?
"Never mind. What's up?"
"Not much. The supply shipment came in, and they confused Penicillin for pencils."
"Terrific."
Hawkeye continued on his path to the showers, while Radar stormed over to the PX station.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck hangovers." He grumbled to himself.
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