Hawkeye Pierce, BFF~ chapter 2
B.J. moaned as sunlight crept over his face, seeping into his eyes. "Ugh, Hawk, turn off the light, would you?" His plea got no reply so he sat up and looked over to Hawkeye's empty cot.
"The leech left last night after his little show." Charles said through his pillow.
"And after the support you gave him? Can't be." B.J. dropped his feet onto the cold floor and dragged himself out of bed. The door was thrown open and Max Klinger strolled in.
"And, what, may I ask, could you possibly want during our time off, if such a thing really exists." Charles growled to the cross-dressing company clerk.
"I bring forth mail, oh higher-ranking ones." Klinger tossed a large package into the Major's lap. "And letters from the Miss and Mrs. Hunnicutt."
B.J. grabbed the letters and held them tight.
"I'll just leave you alone, sir."
"Wait," B.J. stopped him before he made it out. "Anything for Hawkeye?"
"Um," Klinger searched through the stacks in his arms. "No, nothing for Captain Pierce." Then he left, his dress momentarily getting caught on the door.
B.J. felt sorry that Hawkeye rarely got anything, accept for the occasional "are you alive" from his father. The feeling didn't last too long though as he ripped into a crayon drawn letter from Erin.
"She is so cute!" He proclaimed to Charles who was already pages into his new book. "She thinks she can write, wow."
"Fascinating, Hunnicutt, incredibly wonderful." Charles grumbled half- heartedly.
The PA crackled suddenly, announcing an announcement. "Choppers incoming. All personnel to the chopper pads."
"Why?! I knew there was no such thing as rest!"
"Stop your whining Charles." B.J. tucked his letters under his pillow with the rest and made a promise to read them as soon as he got back.
"Klinger, get this man to Pre-Op, STAT." Hawkeye ordered, moving on to the next wounded man. "Start him on a unit of O-neg, he can wait."
"How many we got, Hawkeye?" B.J. shouted over the demands of doctors and moans of wounded.
"They sent us a whole damn regiment," Hawkeye paused, looking at the leg of a young private. "Why isn't the 8063rd taking some of them?"
"They had to bug out. Surprise attack by a Korean unit the Army seems to have lost track of." Potter shouted on his way to scrub.
"Oh, good. The army never ceases to amaze me." Hawkeye said sarcastically.
"Lets go get ready, Hawk." B.J. grabbed his friend by the sleeve and hauled him into the hospital.
"Suction, Margaret, I can't see a thing!" Hawkeye demanded.
"Sorry, Pierce." The head nurse quickly complied.
"We've missed something, the bleeding isn't stopping. Margaret, sponge, right there."
"You two need help?" B.J. offered, straitening from his own patient.
"No, I can manage." Hawkeye pulled out a large piece of shrapnel from the sergeant's chest. "Hey, Beej, we always wanted some metal paneling on the Swamp." He tossed it into the awaiting bowl, flinching as metal hit metal.
"Yeah, but not used. Clamp, please, Nurse." B.J. saw Hawkeye yawn. "Hey, Hawk, I tell you what Erin did?"
"No, but if it has anything to do with food, potty, or rash I don't want you to."
"She wrote me a letter, all by herself, and in crayon! Isn't that amazing? Of course, it isn't really writing, but it is just as good." B.J. sighed. "I have the best family there is."
"Yeah, I'm sure you do, Beej." Hawkeye snapped, not really meaning to.
"What do you mean by that?" B.J. growled defensively.
"I just mean that it's getting a little old hearing about how great your family is. We get the picture already."
"Well, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that you were jealous."
"Jealous!" Hawkeye turned from his patient to face his friend. "What could I possibly be jealous about?"
"My family! You are just sore because you can't stay with one person and settle down."
"Alright, Cowboys, lets knock off the shenanigans." Potter replied peacefully, not really wanting to add to the problem.
Hawkeye muttered something under his breath and returned to the open chest on the table. He didn't mean to get mad at B.J. He was just so tired. But when he opened his mouth to tell this to B.J. it didn't come out.
Nothing did. Was B.J. right? He didn't really have a family, but he did have his father… At that moment it didn't seem like very much.
The rest of the OR session was done in silence. It was rare for the two Captains to fight, but when they did it seemed to effect the whole camp.
"Colonel Potter!" Radar cried, running into the scrub room after a 12- hour session.
"What is it, Radar?" Potter prompted. The young corporal paused a moment seeing pain in the eyes of his two captain friends.
"Uh, I got a call from HQ. They think that lost Korean unit is heading this way and they can't get any of our own people to beat them back so we got to move."
"Ugh!" Hawkeye moaned and dropped to the wall bench.
"Well, at least they wont be lost anymore." B.J. said cheerfully.
"Radar, make the announcement, Pierce and Hunnicutt get to work moving the patients, Winchester, pack the Swamp. Move, boys, move!" Colonel Potter left the room with Radar, Charles fast on his heels.
B.J. would have reached over to give Hawkeye a hand up but Hawkeye rose himself, brushing past B.J. without a glance.
Hawkeye checked the pulse of one of his patients, trying to ignore the bustle around him as Post-Op was packed up and sent out to one of the many jeeps. "Major, this one can wait." He said to Margaret who stood beside him.
He moved to another running into B.J. who opened his mouth to make his usual crack, but quickly snapped it shut. Margaret watched the quick, near hateful exchange between the two, disgusted. The two captains had to be the most annoying, most immature disgraces to the U.S. Army she had ever heard of, but they were best friends, partners in crime. It just didn't seem right to have a Hawkeye but no B.J.
She stormed after Hawkeye, a piece of her mind ready on a platter, but was called to the door by Col. Potter.
"Everything is packed, the wounded are being loaded." He said. "Get the nurses and doctors on the next ambulance and MOVE!"
Margaret turned and ran back to Hawkeye. "We have to go, the jeeps are pulling out!" She demanded. He didn't hear her though. He sat on the legs of the private he had just checked, pumping his chest.
"Margaret, get the adrenaline, he is going into Cardiac Arrest," Hawkeye ordered her when he did see her. "Now!"
She moved, grabbing the needle and bottle. She handed the sterile, full syringe to the captain who inserted it directly into the private's heart. "Margaret, tell B.J. to get over here then get yourself on a jeep."
"But-"
"Dammit, Major, move!" Hawkeye ordered with more authority than a captain should have over a major.
Margaret didn't argue. She ran out and grabbed B.J. just as he climbed into an ambulance.
"Go," he said. "Leave the last jeep and we'll catch up." B.J. ran into Post-Op. He saw Hawkeye trying to pump a chest and ventilate at the same time. He quickly took over respiratory procedures.
"I don't understand what happened." Hawkeye muttered.
"Hawk," B.J. pulled his friend's hands away from the private. "He's gone."
"Damn!" Hawkeye turned away from B.J. so he wouldn't see his anger and take offence. It didn't help, though, when he saw all the jeeps gone.. "Where is everyone?"
"They left about fifteen minutes ago."
"We were working on him that long?"
"Yeah. Hawk I think we should…" The rest of B.J.'s sentence was drowned out as thunder rocked the building.
Hawkeye rose slowly, walking towards the door. The sun showed brightly that morning, not a cloud to be seen. The soft breeze of summer blew through his hair, with not the slightest hint of dampness. Thunder rolled again through the clear skies, closer this time. He gripped what he thought was a wall, trying to keep the fear from drowning him.
"We have to go, Hawk." B.J. said beside him.
Hawkeye started and pulled his hand off of B.J.'s shoulder. Another explosion erupted behind the hospital throwing the two men into motion. They darted towards the jeep but were thrown across the loading zone as a shell slammed into the jeep.
The two men ran as fast as they could, ignoring the shouts of the enemy, the explosion of bombs, the pain. They ran till they now longer knew where they were, deep in the forsest.
B.J. moaned as sunlight crept over his face, seeping into his eyes. "Ugh, Hawk, turn off the light, would you?" His plea got no reply so he sat up and looked over to Hawkeye's empty cot.
"The leech left last night after his little show." Charles said through his pillow.
"And after the support you gave him? Can't be." B.J. dropped his feet onto the cold floor and dragged himself out of bed. The door was thrown open and Max Klinger strolled in.
"And, what, may I ask, could you possibly want during our time off, if such a thing really exists." Charles growled to the cross-dressing company clerk.
"I bring forth mail, oh higher-ranking ones." Klinger tossed a large package into the Major's lap. "And letters from the Miss and Mrs. Hunnicutt."
B.J. grabbed the letters and held them tight.
"I'll just leave you alone, sir."
"Wait," B.J. stopped him before he made it out. "Anything for Hawkeye?"
"Um," Klinger searched through the stacks in his arms. "No, nothing for Captain Pierce." Then he left, his dress momentarily getting caught on the door.
B.J. felt sorry that Hawkeye rarely got anything, accept for the occasional "are you alive" from his father. The feeling didn't last too long though as he ripped into a crayon drawn letter from Erin.
"She is so cute!" He proclaimed to Charles who was already pages into his new book. "She thinks she can write, wow."
"Fascinating, Hunnicutt, incredibly wonderful." Charles grumbled half- heartedly.
The PA crackled suddenly, announcing an announcement. "Choppers incoming. All personnel to the chopper pads."
"Why?! I knew there was no such thing as rest!"
"Stop your whining Charles." B.J. tucked his letters under his pillow with the rest and made a promise to read them as soon as he got back.
"Klinger, get this man to Pre-Op, STAT." Hawkeye ordered, moving on to the next wounded man. "Start him on a unit of O-neg, he can wait."
"How many we got, Hawkeye?" B.J. shouted over the demands of doctors and moans of wounded.
"They sent us a whole damn regiment," Hawkeye paused, looking at the leg of a young private. "Why isn't the 8063rd taking some of them?"
"They had to bug out. Surprise attack by a Korean unit the Army seems to have lost track of." Potter shouted on his way to scrub.
"Oh, good. The army never ceases to amaze me." Hawkeye said sarcastically.
"Lets go get ready, Hawk." B.J. grabbed his friend by the sleeve and hauled him into the hospital.
"Suction, Margaret, I can't see a thing!" Hawkeye demanded.
"Sorry, Pierce." The head nurse quickly complied.
"We've missed something, the bleeding isn't stopping. Margaret, sponge, right there."
"You two need help?" B.J. offered, straitening from his own patient.
"No, I can manage." Hawkeye pulled out a large piece of shrapnel from the sergeant's chest. "Hey, Beej, we always wanted some metal paneling on the Swamp." He tossed it into the awaiting bowl, flinching as metal hit metal.
"Yeah, but not used. Clamp, please, Nurse." B.J. saw Hawkeye yawn. "Hey, Hawk, I tell you what Erin did?"
"No, but if it has anything to do with food, potty, or rash I don't want you to."
"She wrote me a letter, all by herself, and in crayon! Isn't that amazing? Of course, it isn't really writing, but it is just as good." B.J. sighed. "I have the best family there is."
"Yeah, I'm sure you do, Beej." Hawkeye snapped, not really meaning to.
"What do you mean by that?" B.J. growled defensively.
"I just mean that it's getting a little old hearing about how great your family is. We get the picture already."
"Well, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that you were jealous."
"Jealous!" Hawkeye turned from his patient to face his friend. "What could I possibly be jealous about?"
"My family! You are just sore because you can't stay with one person and settle down."
"Alright, Cowboys, lets knock off the shenanigans." Potter replied peacefully, not really wanting to add to the problem.
Hawkeye muttered something under his breath and returned to the open chest on the table. He didn't mean to get mad at B.J. He was just so tired. But when he opened his mouth to tell this to B.J. it didn't come out.
Nothing did. Was B.J. right? He didn't really have a family, but he did have his father… At that moment it didn't seem like very much.
The rest of the OR session was done in silence. It was rare for the two Captains to fight, but when they did it seemed to effect the whole camp.
"Colonel Potter!" Radar cried, running into the scrub room after a 12- hour session.
"What is it, Radar?" Potter prompted. The young corporal paused a moment seeing pain in the eyes of his two captain friends.
"Uh, I got a call from HQ. They think that lost Korean unit is heading this way and they can't get any of our own people to beat them back so we got to move."
"Ugh!" Hawkeye moaned and dropped to the wall bench.
"Well, at least they wont be lost anymore." B.J. said cheerfully.
"Radar, make the announcement, Pierce and Hunnicutt get to work moving the patients, Winchester, pack the Swamp. Move, boys, move!" Colonel Potter left the room with Radar, Charles fast on his heels.
B.J. would have reached over to give Hawkeye a hand up but Hawkeye rose himself, brushing past B.J. without a glance.
Hawkeye checked the pulse of one of his patients, trying to ignore the bustle around him as Post-Op was packed up and sent out to one of the many jeeps. "Major, this one can wait." He said to Margaret who stood beside him.
He moved to another running into B.J. who opened his mouth to make his usual crack, but quickly snapped it shut. Margaret watched the quick, near hateful exchange between the two, disgusted. The two captains had to be the most annoying, most immature disgraces to the U.S. Army she had ever heard of, but they were best friends, partners in crime. It just didn't seem right to have a Hawkeye but no B.J.
She stormed after Hawkeye, a piece of her mind ready on a platter, but was called to the door by Col. Potter.
"Everything is packed, the wounded are being loaded." He said. "Get the nurses and doctors on the next ambulance and MOVE!"
Margaret turned and ran back to Hawkeye. "We have to go, the jeeps are pulling out!" She demanded. He didn't hear her though. He sat on the legs of the private he had just checked, pumping his chest.
"Margaret, get the adrenaline, he is going into Cardiac Arrest," Hawkeye ordered her when he did see her. "Now!"
She moved, grabbing the needle and bottle. She handed the sterile, full syringe to the captain who inserted it directly into the private's heart. "Margaret, tell B.J. to get over here then get yourself on a jeep."
"But-"
"Dammit, Major, move!" Hawkeye ordered with more authority than a captain should have over a major.
Margaret didn't argue. She ran out and grabbed B.J. just as he climbed into an ambulance.
"Go," he said. "Leave the last jeep and we'll catch up." B.J. ran into Post-Op. He saw Hawkeye trying to pump a chest and ventilate at the same time. He quickly took over respiratory procedures.
"I don't understand what happened." Hawkeye muttered.
"Hawk," B.J. pulled his friend's hands away from the private. "He's gone."
"Damn!" Hawkeye turned away from B.J. so he wouldn't see his anger and take offence. It didn't help, though, when he saw all the jeeps gone.. "Where is everyone?"
"They left about fifteen minutes ago."
"We were working on him that long?"
"Yeah. Hawk I think we should…" The rest of B.J.'s sentence was drowned out as thunder rocked the building.
Hawkeye rose slowly, walking towards the door. The sun showed brightly that morning, not a cloud to be seen. The soft breeze of summer blew through his hair, with not the slightest hint of dampness. Thunder rolled again through the clear skies, closer this time. He gripped what he thought was a wall, trying to keep the fear from drowning him.
"We have to go, Hawk." B.J. said beside him.
Hawkeye started and pulled his hand off of B.J.'s shoulder. Another explosion erupted behind the hospital throwing the two men into motion. They darted towards the jeep but were thrown across the loading zone as a shell slammed into the jeep.
The two men ran as fast as they could, ignoring the shouts of the enemy, the explosion of bombs, the pain. They ran till they now longer knew where they were, deep in the forsest.