Sorry for the non-undate. School is brutal this time of year. Anyways...
Margaret looked over at Hawkeye, who was staring unseeingly at the door through which BJ and Rice had walked through over ten minutes ago. His face showed no emotion but his eyes were wide with disbelief.
She put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump and turn around. "What is it, Margaret?"
Margaret was taken aback by the harshness in his tone, but let it pass, knowing that seeing your best friend hurt brought out strange emotions. "Are you alright Hawkeye?"
"No I'm not alright." Hawkeye muttered bitterly, turning his face away. "Why didn't someone do something? We could take him. We outnumber him at least a hundred to one."
Margaret sighed. "Hawkeye, do you know the point of a hostage? If we had done anything, he would have killed BJ, you know it."
Hawkeye suddenly laughed, a harsh, cold laugh that didn't sound anything like him. The one laugh turned into a fit of laughter until Hawkeye was doubled over in hysteria. Margaret put her hand awkwardly around his shoulders until the fit subsided.
"You – you know what, Margaret?" Hawkeye asked, wiping tears of laughter from his face. "I'm such a coward I can't even go into a stupid room to save by best friend."
BJ sensed that Rice was pacing, but the throbbing pain in his side hurt him too much to make sure. Slowly, he inched towards the cabinets. He needed to dress this. Now. Too much blood was already pouring out of the deep wound. The problem with dressing it was that the bullet was still in there.
Suddenly, he wished Hawkeye was there. Or Colonel Potter. He'd even settle for Charles or Klinger or Margaret. Just someone in the room who didn't want to kill him.
Rice saw the bandage in his hand and swiped it away with one smooth stroke. Although BJ knew it was more then useless, he tried to plead with him. "Do you want me to die?"
The words came out so calmly it scared him. The only betrayal of his injury or fear was the slight crack in his voice at the end. Rice stared at him for a second before thrusting the bandages back in his hands.
BJ took them and started wrapping his side, knowing that he wasn't going to make it nearly tight enough. His hands were shaking, adding another obstacle to the already difficult task of wrapping yourself.
Somehow, BJ managed to get the bandage secure enough to stop the worst of the bleeding, but he was afraid it might be too little too late. Small dark worms were already at the edges of his vision, threatening to engulf him. He gulped, knowing that being unconscious would seriously impede his progress of talking this madman out of killing him.
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