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"Hawkeye, wake up." Hawkeye just groaned and rolled over. "Sir, wake up!" Hawkeye replied sleepily, "Wake me when the wars over." "Hawkeye!" Hawkeye opened one eye. "Radar, what is it? I'm trying to sleep here, which is hard when you're yelling in my ear!" "Sir, one of your patients has a fever of 103, Private BJ Winslow. The nurse needs to know what to do." Hawkeye sat up. "All right, I'm up. I'll go check on him." He got up, put on his bathrobe, and made his way over to Post-Op. Luckily, it had been a quiet few days, so there weren't many patients in Post-Op. Winslow had been brought in with a bullet wound in his chest, but was has been doing well. Hawkeye sighed. Until this. He was pretty sure that the fever was because of a secondary infection, but still.
"Well Nurse, what seems to be the problem?" "Winslow has a fever. He had a normal temperature until about an hour ago, when it went up. Right now it's at 103 degrees." Hawkeye scanned Winslow's chart. "Give him some penicillin, normal dosage. If that doesn't help, just yell." "All right Doctor." Hawkeye turned at headed over to the Mess-tent. He saw BJ sitting at one of the tables. Hawkeye got a tray, and went over to join him.
"Well BJ, what poison are they trying to pass off as food today?" BJ smiled. "Well, I think this brown mush is supposed to be potatoes, the chunk of what I think is meat could be sausage, and I have no idea what this purple mess is." Hawkeye looked dubiously at the food. "Well, here goes nothing." He picked up his fork and tried the purple mush. He tried to swallow, but grabbed for a napkin. "I think the cook wants to kill us. This is even worse than usual, and that's saying something!" BJ laughed.
"So, Hawkeye, what got you up so early?" Hawkeye poked the so-called sausage, then decided to leave it alone when he thought he saw it move. "One of my patients, BJ Winslow, has a fever. Nothing too serious. He's on penicillin. Probably a secondary infection." BJ looked thoughtful. "Winslow, Winslow- he was the gunshot wound to the chest, right?" Hawk nodded. "That's him. He should be fine."
He looked over at BJ. "So, it appears we have another BJ at the 4077th. What a coincidence." BJ just grinned. "Funny thing, isn't it. What does BJ stand for in his case?" Hawkeye thought for a minute. "You know, I don't know. Let me check and get back to you on that." Now he glanced questioningly at BJ. "Say, Beej, what does BJ stand for in your case?" BJ grinned. "Whatever you want, Hawk." Hawk just looked at him. "No, seriously. What? You can tell me. I'm your best friend!" BJ laughed. "BJ stand for whatever you want it to stand for." Hawkeye started to reply, but BJ interrupted. "Don't you have Post-Op duty now? You should go. Ferret face will get mad if you're late." Hawkeye glared at him and said, "Since when do I care what Ferret face thinks? But, you're right, I'll go. But, don't think I'm giving up on this, I'll get it out of you." BJ just smiled as Hawkeye left.
"Hawkeye, wake up." Hawkeye just groaned and rolled over. "Sir, wake up!" Hawkeye replied sleepily, "Wake me when the wars over." "Hawkeye!" Hawkeye opened one eye. "Radar, what is it? I'm trying to sleep here, which is hard when you're yelling in my ear!" "Sir, one of your patients has a fever of 103, Private BJ Winslow. The nurse needs to know what to do." Hawkeye sat up. "All right, I'm up. I'll go check on him." He got up, put on his bathrobe, and made his way over to Post-Op. Luckily, it had been a quiet few days, so there weren't many patients in Post-Op. Winslow had been brought in with a bullet wound in his chest, but was has been doing well. Hawkeye sighed. Until this. He was pretty sure that the fever was because of a secondary infection, but still.
"Well Nurse, what seems to be the problem?" "Winslow has a fever. He had a normal temperature until about an hour ago, when it went up. Right now it's at 103 degrees." Hawkeye scanned Winslow's chart. "Give him some penicillin, normal dosage. If that doesn't help, just yell." "All right Doctor." Hawkeye turned at headed over to the Mess-tent. He saw BJ sitting at one of the tables. Hawkeye got a tray, and went over to join him.
"Well BJ, what poison are they trying to pass off as food today?" BJ smiled. "Well, I think this brown mush is supposed to be potatoes, the chunk of what I think is meat could be sausage, and I have no idea what this purple mess is." Hawkeye looked dubiously at the food. "Well, here goes nothing." He picked up his fork and tried the purple mush. He tried to swallow, but grabbed for a napkin. "I think the cook wants to kill us. This is even worse than usual, and that's saying something!" BJ laughed.
"So, Hawkeye, what got you up so early?" Hawkeye poked the so-called sausage, then decided to leave it alone when he thought he saw it move. "One of my patients, BJ Winslow, has a fever. Nothing too serious. He's on penicillin. Probably a secondary infection." BJ looked thoughtful. "Winslow, Winslow- he was the gunshot wound to the chest, right?" Hawk nodded. "That's him. He should be fine."
He looked over at BJ. "So, it appears we have another BJ at the 4077th. What a coincidence." BJ just grinned. "Funny thing, isn't it. What does BJ stand for in his case?" Hawkeye thought for a minute. "You know, I don't know. Let me check and get back to you on that." Now he glanced questioningly at BJ. "Say, Beej, what does BJ stand for in your case?" BJ grinned. "Whatever you want, Hawk." Hawk just looked at him. "No, seriously. What? You can tell me. I'm your best friend!" BJ laughed. "BJ stand for whatever you want it to stand for." Hawkeye started to reply, but BJ interrupted. "Don't you have Post-Op duty now? You should go. Ferret face will get mad if you're late." Hawkeye glared at him and said, "Since when do I care what Ferret face thinks? But, you're right, I'll go. But, don't think I'm giving up on this, I'll get it out of you." BJ just smiled as Hawkeye left.