Hawkeye woke up late the next morning. Everyone else in the camp had already gotten up and eaten their morning torture. He woke up slowly still tired and rubbed his eyes. He sat up and stretched. He looked all around for B.J. to tell him about the new sexy nurse but he couldn't find him. He looked around until he looked at his watch and saw the time.

"Holy crap! I slept in that late? That must have been some night with Raven. I don't even remember what happened except I was really tired and feeling a bit drained."

Just as he stood up to get dressed B.J. walked in and saw that his buddy was finally awake. "That must have been some night Hawk with the new nurse. And it only lasted half 'n hour."

"I don't know. I remember feeling drained and tired after a while though but we really didn't do anything. Sure we fooled around a bit but that was it." Hawkeye sat down and pondered that thought but soon brushed it off. "It could be because I'm not eating like I'm used to. That could be it. They've been serving canned hotdogs again."

B.J. finished pouring himself and Hawkeye a drink from the still then remembered something he was supposed to tell Hawk. "Oh yeah Hawk we're a little low in the blood bank and we need everyone to give a pint or two. Think you can give some?"

"Sure, as long as I haven't been a vampire's snack," joked Hawk. He got up and made his way to the mess tent were the blood bank was being filled up with personnel.

Klinger came over to him and seated him at a bench. "How much Capitan?"

"Put me down for a pint Nurse," replied Hawk as Klinger stuck a needle into his arm. Klinger walked away to hook up more people. Hawkeye started feeling dizzy as the blood was being drawn from him. He tried to mumble something but the room around the edges began to turn dark. He tried to hold onto conscience but it kept slipping from his grasp. He tried again to alert someone that something was wrong with him but all he did was slump forward onto the floor and everything turned black. The last thing he heard was Klinger's voice asking him if he was all right.

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B.J. looked down at his buddy worriedly. Hawkeye was lying on a bed in post-op all pale from the lack of blood. His usual rosy cheeks were all flushed and his usual black hair looked dull as it fell over his pale skin. His eyes weren't twinkling as if he knew a humorous joke he would never tell. Instead his eyes were closed and fluttered with sleep. His breathing was shallow too.

He looked at the machines that were pumping liquid into his friend and saw that they were working fine. He checked Hawkeye's pulse and it felt fine if a little weak. He cast another glance at his friend and left to go get some sleep.

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At Rosie's Radar was drinking a Grape Knee-high when Carrie came over to him. She ordered a double scotch and waited for them then looked at Radar coolly. "Excuse me Corporal."

He looked over at her surprised. That was the second time she had spoken to him since she arrived and the first time was for him to take her luggage. "Yes? May I help you ma'am?"

"Yes, I would like ye to help me find something in the storage closet. I've searched before but couldn't find it. Will ye help me?"

"Sure," he said nervously.

They made their way to the storage closet and he turned on the lights and started searching the shelves. Then he remembered he didn't even know what he was looking for. He turned around and his glasses were knocked off his face. He peered around for them on the floor then he felt a strong hand grasp his chin and tilted his head up. Then his eyes glazed over just like Hawkeye's had and he was set into a trance.

Carrie examined her new prey and found him a rather scrawny man even though he ate with much gusto. He looked rather innocent which made them the more delicious. The more they were faithful the more rich the blood. Hawkeye had been a wonderful starter after a seven day fast but his blood had been rather tasteless.

She turned Radar's head to the side and bite into him. He made an involuntary moan as she started to feed. She grasped his shoulders to steady him so he wouldn't fall over as he slowly became weaker. This time she took a bit more than was needed because she couldn't tear herself away from such a wonderful feast. She stepped away and licked her teeth to make sure that they were clean. She smiled and sighed with pleasure. She was quite full with the forbidden drink.

She gazed into his eyes again and they unglazed. The first thing he did was slump to the floor. He sat there a while holding his head and moaning while she picked up his glasses and asked rather innocently. "What's the matter? Do ye feel a wee bit tired?"

He looked up at her confused as she handed to him his glasses. "Yeah, I guess I do. I felt fine a minute ago. Something must be going around."

"I'll help ye to your bed if ye need help," said Raven warmly.

"Thanks Capitan, but I think I can make it."

"Okay I'll just leave ye then. If ye need anything I'll come and help if I can," smiled Raven without showing her teeth.

"Okay, okay." Radar stood up rather confused and stumbled his way to the office to lie down.

Just as he got in the door he collapsed and wasn't found until morning by Potter as he walked in to his way to his office. Soon he was lying next to Hawkeye in a similar condition.

B.J. shook his head as he gazed at his fallen comrades. They were both pale but Hawkeye was starting to come around. His cheeks were starting to color again and he had almost normal breathing and his pulse was beating stronger.

"What's happening to everyone?" he muttered as he checked Radar's charts. Everything seemed fine except his blood count was low just like Hawkeye's had been. He looked like he had the same thing Hawkeye had that seemed to have taken blood out of their bodies.

B.J. sighed and checked out of his time shift and made his way to The Swamp to drown out his sorrows.