Disclaimer: I do not own Rat Patrol.
Author's Note: After my last story, I decided it was time to publish something not quite as sad. Almost this same thing happened to me once.
Summary: Hitch wakes up to find himself in a sticky situation.
The Rat Patrol had been chasing after a German convoy when Hitch got hit. They retreated and drove back to the base. Once there, Hitch was sent to the hospital. He hadn't been badly hurt, but he was still unconscious. A few hours later he awoke to the sound of Moffitt reading to him from what sounded like Moffitt's archaeology book. Automatically, his tongue tried to blow a bubble, but there was no bubblegum in his mouth. Hitch opened his eyes and turned over to face Moffitt.
"Where's my bubblegum?" he demanded.
Moffitt looked up from his reading. "Oh, so you're finally awake. You really need to stop getting hit; I'm running out of books to read to you."
Hitch grinned, "I'll try my best, Sarge. Now where's my bubblegum?"
Moffitt shrugged, "I don't know. Did you have some in your mouth when you were shot?"
Hitch nodded, "I think so." He tried to sit up, but felt something stretch along with him. He looked, and there, on his pillow was his piece of gum. To make matters worse, that piece of gum was attached to his hair. He called for Moffitt. "Um, Sarge? A little help please?"
Moffitt looked to where Hitch was pointing. He struggled to suppress his laugh, but a small smile still crept through.
Hitch glared at him. "It's not funny."
Moffitt nodded in agreement. "You're right, it isn't funny." Just then he started laughing.
Hitch stared at Moffitt in reproach. Finally, he found the humor in the situation and allowed himself a small grin. "What am I going to do? It's stuck to my hair."
Moffitt walked to Hitch's bed and examined the situation. "You'll probably have to cut it out," he informed Hitch.
Hitch stared at him in horror, "I can't do that."
"Well, you could try using shampoo to get it out. But if it doesn't work, you'll have wasted a perfectly good tablet."
Hitch shrugged defiantly. "I'll take that risk."
The next hour was spent trying to get all the gum out of Hitch's hair. At last, his hair was free from bubblegum.
Hitch ran his fingers through his hair. "It feels a lot better. Thanks, Sarge."
"You welcome, Hitch. Next time don't get shot, and this won't happen again."