Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will, wish I could, but won't.
And the War Went On
Everyone was in Post-Op, trying to save the young men that had been brought in. But this one time, they didn't succeed.
"We're losing him!" Hawkeye yelled. "Margaret, get me some adrenaline. BJ, help me over here!"
BJ ran over, and Margaret gave him the adrenaline. Hawkeye pumped on the patient's chest.
"Come on, come on. You will breathe." Hawkeye muttered under his breath. The doctors continued for a few minutes, working furiously to save the boys' life.
"Doctor, we're losing him. His pressure is going down, faint heartbeat."
"Damn it. I won't lose him," Hawkeye said urgently.
"Doctor, I can't get a blood pressure, no pulse!" They continued working quickly.
"Anything yet, Margaret?"
"No, Doctor, nothing."
"Goddamn it! You will not die on me! Breathe!" Hawkeye said furiously. Margaret looked up slowly, and said the two words all doctors' dread hearing.
"He's gone."
Hawkeye looked up slowly. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, all the hearts in the room broke. Hawkeye's eyes, normally filled with good humor and laughter, were now filled with a well of pain and sorrow. Hawkeye closed his eyes again and choked out, "He was eighteen years old. He had a family." Everyone in the OR was quiet, thinking about the horrors of war.
After another moment, Hawkeye collected himself. "Klinger, bring me another patient."
And the war went on.
And the War Went On
Everyone was in Post-Op, trying to save the young men that had been brought in. But this one time, they didn't succeed.
"We're losing him!" Hawkeye yelled. "Margaret, get me some adrenaline. BJ, help me over here!"
BJ ran over, and Margaret gave him the adrenaline. Hawkeye pumped on the patient's chest.
"Come on, come on. You will breathe." Hawkeye muttered under his breath. The doctors continued for a few minutes, working furiously to save the boys' life.
"Doctor, we're losing him. His pressure is going down, faint heartbeat."
"Damn it. I won't lose him," Hawkeye said urgently.
"Doctor, I can't get a blood pressure, no pulse!" They continued working quickly.
"Anything yet, Margaret?"
"No, Doctor, nothing."
"Goddamn it! You will not die on me! Breathe!" Hawkeye said furiously. Margaret looked up slowly, and said the two words all doctors' dread hearing.
"He's gone."
Hawkeye looked up slowly. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, all the hearts in the room broke. Hawkeye's eyes, normally filled with good humor and laughter, were now filled with a well of pain and sorrow. Hawkeye closed his eyes again and choked out, "He was eighteen years old. He had a family." Everyone in the OR was quiet, thinking about the horrors of war.
After another moment, Hawkeye collected himself. "Klinger, bring me another patient."
And the war went on.