10 Final Straw
Margaret was sitting in the swamp with Hawkeye, BJ, and Frank. It was now nighttime. Both Hawkeye and BJ watched as Margaret just nervously sat in the cot and stared. She didn't want to go to sleep. Every time she woke up she saw that thing. And every time she saw that thing she got hurt.
"Come here Margaret," Hawkeye said.
Margaret got up and went over and sat down next to Hawkeye. Hawkeye put his arm around her. BJ looked over to see Frank start to glare in Hawkeye's direction.
"Jealous Frank?" BJ asked.
"I happen to be a happily married man," Frank said.
"I'm sorry, I only date the single ones. Come back when you're alone," Hawkeye said.
"I'm not going to say anything to that," Frank said.
"Why not?" BJ asked.
"Because you two perverts always twist my words into something else," Frank said.
"Please, you just hate it when we're right," Hawkeye said.
"He still likes to think that he's a man," BJ said.
"I am," Frank said.
"See, he's in denial," Hawkeye said.
Frank just gave up and went to bed. Hawkeye looked down at Margaret.
"Would you like me to stay up while you go to sleep?" he asked.
Margaret did like that idea, but would feel bad if she started keeping others up. She just shook her head.
"Okay. Why don't we go to bed now," Hawkeye said.
They both got underneath the covers. Hawkeye put his arms around Margaret. She took his arm off and turned to face him and then put his arm back over her. Hawkeye laughed.
"Good night," he said.
Margaret just smiled at him
Margaret woke up. She could feel that she was on the ground. Margaret was afraid to open her eyes. She could feel that something was on top of her. She wanted to ask Hawkeye if it was him, but found that she couldn't speak. She opened her eyes to see that she was pinned down on the ground by what she thought was Molly. As hard as she tried to scream, nothing would come out. Margaret tried to move to get Hawkeye but found it impossible. There were both tears of fear and frustration in her eyes. She watched as Molly smirked at her. There was something about that smile. It was very ominous. Molly then held up a razor. Margaret's eyes widened. Molly picked up Margaret's hand and started to cut into her wrist. Margaret tried as hard as she could to pull away, but she couldn't. It was no use. Margaret just lay there as Molly cut into her wrist. Margaret could feel the warm blood stream down her arm. Before she knew it, she lost consciousness.
Hawkeye woke up. It was still dark out. He rolled over to check on Margaret.
"Margaret?" he asked.
Hawkeye sat up and saw her laying on the ground in her own blood.
"Margaret!" he said as he rushed over.
He checked to see that she had a pulse. Margaret slightly opened her eyes and shook her head.
"Sorry," she said softly.
"It's not your fault," he said.
Hawkeye picked her up. He wasn't about to try to get her to walk. He carried her over to OR and laid her down on one of the beds. He stitched up her wrist and then gave her a unit of blood. Hawkeye sat with her and sighed as he looked at her wrist.
"I need to do something," Hawkeye said.