Had a tough week My Aunt Passed away so I wrote to get my mind off of it just for a little while, so I hope it makes sense and I didn't make to many Faux pas Thanks to all who read and reviewed so far-Bella
Chapter 3
Hawkeye was sitting next to Margaret he was either holding her hand or stroking her hair. Colonel Potter quietly entered.
"How is she doing Hawkeye?"
"She's still sleeping, its been a very restless sleep though"
"Hawkeye I just wanted to let you know that I have talked to the men on guard and anyone
else who may have heard or seen anything, and no one heard or saw a thing"
"What about in her tent, did you find anything there?"
"No, other then it's a bit of a mess, nothing was found that may be of help"
Hawkeye just sighed, he figured as much
"I'm afraid that until Margaret is willing to talk, there isn't much that I can do about it"
Hawkeye didn't say a word
"Son I know this is upsetting for you. . . . ." Hawkeye cut him off
"Upsetting. . . . .Upsetting, Colonel it's a tad bit more then upsetting, how would you feel
if it was your wife laying here Huh?. . . beaten . and . .and"
he couldn't finish he just broke down and began to cry. . . .
"its ok son let it out" Hawkeye did after a minute or two he began to gather himself
"I don't know if she's going to be able to come back from this, you have no idea how much
she has been through in her life Colonel"
Colonel Potter was a bit taken back by that comment, he wasn't sure what to say.
Hawkeye didn't get a chance to explain, Margaret began thrashing around in her sleep
He shook her shoulders "Margaret wake up . . your ok its only a dream.. . . Come on baby wake up your safe"
Colonel Potter quietly left
Margaret opened her eyes
"Hi sweetheart" he brushed her hair out of her face.
"Were am I" come out in a rather shaky voice
"The VIP then, I figured this would be better then post-op" Margaret Nodded in agreement
"How are you feeling, are you in any pain?"
"Yeah a bit"
"Where"
"Everywhere"
"Do you want me to give you something for it"
"Yeah, then I need to take a shower"
"I don't think that is a good idea" he told her as he gave her the injection.
"Hawkeye, Please I really need to take a shower, you can come with me"
"Margaret I don't think you should yet, those sutures aren't even 12 hours old yet"
"I have to Hawkeye you don't understand, I have to get him off of me" She started to beg
"You don't understand I can still smell him on me"
She was getting more and more agitated and started to pull at her nightgown
she pulled so hard that it began to tear which only made her pull harder.
"I have to get him off of me. . . please Hawkeye. . . please" Now she was becoming frantic
Hawkeye grabbed her hands to stop her from ripping her nightgown further, she looked up at him
with eyes that were so pleading that they tore at his heart.
"Ok shhhh relax . . .you can take a shower ok" She nodded and tears began to fall down her
cheeks
"I'm sorry"
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Margaret look at me, you are going to get through this do you
here me and Ill be with you, I'm not leaving do you understand, we will get through this together
ok sweetheart"
"I don't know if I can, I'm so tired Hawkeye, I just want the roller coaster to stop for a while
I just want it to stop. . . . . "
He pulled her into his arms "I know you do baby, we'll make it stop, we will I promise"
He just held her for a awhile "are you ready for your shower now"
"Yes, but I don't have anything else to put on"
"will you be ok while I go and get you some things?"
"I think so, will you hurry though'
"Faster then a speeding bullet" that comment made her smile just a little
"ok"
"is there anything special that you would like me to get while I'm in your tent?"
"no not right now"
"I'll be right back" He gave her a kiss on the cheek before he left
He hurried as fast as he could, he was afraid to leave her alone even for this short period of time.
When he got back to the VIP tent, she was sitting on the cot with arms around her knees rocking.
He wasn't sure if this was good or bad. He decided he would just shelve it for now.
"Honey I'm home" he said jokingly trying to lift her mood. She looked up to him and gave a
him a half hearted smile. He reached out and caressed her cheek, she leaned into his hand.
"are you ready to go" she nodded yes
"Ok I want you to take it slow you may be a bit off kilter when you stand so i want you to take it slow
"Ok"
He helped her into a standing position. He could tell she still had a fair amount of pain, but he wasn't
giving her anything else until they were back from the shower. After a minute she was on her feet a little
wobbly but good enough, Margaret held on to Hawkeye and they made their way to the showers.
Hawkeye help her get undressed and with her hair then let her do the rest.
As Hawkeye stood there, he fell into a daydream about the good times they had in Tokyo.
When he came out of his daydream he noticed that Margaret was scrubbing her skin raw.
"Margaret I think your clean"
"I can't get him off of me" she continued to scrub frantically
"I have to get him off, I can still feel him, why won't he come of me" parts of her skin were
becoming abraded and beginning to bleed.
"PLEASE Hawkeye . . . Please get him off. . . . get him off" She was becoming somewhat
hysterical. Hawkeye came up behind her and wrapped a towel and his arms around her and
pulled her out of the shower, and sat down with her never letting her go. by this time she was
crying again. He continues to hold her tight. He put is head on her shoulder next to her ear and
began to whisper. . . .
"Shhhhh its going to be ok, I've got you, he's gone and I'm never letting you go ok, its going to
be ok"
After a few minutes Margaret had calmed down and gotten changed. Hawkeye took her back to the
VIP tent and made her lay down for a little while giving her something to relax her. He hated doing that
but he felt that he had no choice.
"Margaret we have to talk"
"I know"
"You need to tell me who did this to you"
"I . . I can't"
"Why can't you tell me, what did he say to you that has got you to scared to talk"
She didn't say anything just kept looking down at her hands, she kept running her hands up and down her arms.
Hawkeye took her hands in his
"Look at me" She turned her head up and looked into his eyes, I always loved his eyes she thought.
"what did he say or do that has got you so scared that you won't talk?"
"Is it who I think it is" knowing she probably couldn't lie to him. she nodded her head
"What did he say to you" After a minute she took a deep breath
"Hawkeye, If I tell you. You have to promise me. . . that you wont go off half cocked and do
something stupid, Please" He didn't want to promise anything to her because he just wanted
to beat the living daylights out of him.
"Promise me, I don't want to lose you because you did something stupid! please Hawkeye"
"Ok, Ok I promise" he promised her but he wasn't happy about it, but he understood.
"He told me that if I told anyone that it was him, no one would believe me because he had at least a
dozen witnesses that would say he was in Tokyo last night. He also said that . . . that if I value the ones
I love. . . . I wont say anything. Hawkeye I think he knows"
"How could he know, you said that only your mother and your Aunts knew"
"That's all that I thought that knew."
"Maybe he was referring to something else"
"No he wasn't, there was something about the way he said it, he knows, I know he knows"
Hawkeye moved to sit next to her instead of across from her and put his arm around her.
"Don't worry, everyone will be ok no one is going to get hurt, somehow we'll make sure of it"
Hawkeye lay there with her until she was asleep again, trying to figure out what he was going to do about this. He couldn't let it go.
As he made his way back to Tokyo, he was happy with himself at what he had done. If she thought she was going to get away with all of this, she had another think coming. She thought I would never find out, stupid little fool. If she thinks that husband of hers is going to protect her, I've got a surprise for her. Wait until she sees what I have in store for her. Just when she thinks its safe, I'll be there. He smiled all the way back to Tokyo.
TBC. . . . . .
