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Margaret was waiting in Potter's office, quite impatiently. She knew Hawkeye had a bad case of the flu and she didn't want it to spread like the last time. She also wanted to get back to check on him because he seemed to be getting worse, and it scared her. It also scared her that she cared so much. Sure, when Donald had been in the hospital she had worried, but not like this. In fact, now that she looked back on it, her worry may have been out of duty. She was with him, so she had to be worried. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Colonel.

"You wanted to see me, Major?" The older man asked.

"Yes, Sir. Dr. Pierce has come down with the flu. A pretty severe case at that."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. High fever, dizziness, vomiting."

"That's a good diagnosis, Major. Where is he now?"

"In my tent," she replied. And then, off his look, "I wanted him isolated, and I knew that General from Tokyo would be here any day to use the V.I.P. tent. The last time the flu went around it got all of our surgeons. Pierce was operating with the flu because he was the last one to come down with it."

"Yeah. I heard about that. Alright, we'll get a nurse to look after him…"

"I'll do it," she interrupted. As soon as the words left her mouth she knew it came off too eager. "I've already been exposed…" Although that was part of her reasoning, she hoped he wouldn't see the other part. But his smile let her down.

"I see. Well, good thinking Major. Take good care of our Doctor, Margaret."

"I will, Sir." She got up and left, slightly embarrassed, but glad she could take care of him.

He looked around at the vast landscape. Nothing in any direction but sun, dirt and wind. He could feel his flesh burning under the sun as he desperately searched for some shade, and relief from the heat. Suddenly the skies opened up and a cold rain splashed around him.

He startled awake. As the cloudiness in his vision began to clear he suddenly remembered he was sick. And boy was he sick. Just as sure as he was that he was lying on the bed, he was just as sure that he was on a ship tossing and turning on rough sea waters. His vision finally cleared and he saw Margaret, sitting on the cot next to him, and she was dabbing his face with a wet washcloth. She smiled at him and helped him roll to his back. She lifted up his shirt and began bathing his chest and abdomen.

"Taking advantage of a sick man, Margaret?" he managed with a slight smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes, but laughed in spit of herself.

"No, Hawkeye. I'm trying to lower your fever before it cooks your brain." She was joking, but they both knew his fever was way too high. That's how they spent the next few minutes, her trying to cool him down, and him trying to stay conscious. After a while she put the washcloth back in the basin and sat them aside. "Ok, you have to take some more aspirin."

He struggled to sit, only to feel that familiar feeling wash over him. He dropped his head between his knees and tried to swallow it back. Thinking fast, Margaret grabbed her trashcan and shoved it under his head just in time for the rest of his stomach contents to make an appearance. He finished and she moved the trashcan away.

"I'm sorry," he said as he reached for the aspirin. She handed him the pill and helped him take a drink. She sat the glass down, and helped him lay back in bed.

"Quit apologizing, Hawkeye. You're sick, just focus on getting better." He grunted his understanding and rolled his head over and fell fast asleep. She felt his head and sighed.

"Just get better Hawkeye." She sat down in her chair and watched his restless sleep.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This one is a little shorter but I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to update soon!