Hope Dies Last

by S.Pilchova

Army psychiatrist Major Emily Weiss arrived at 4077 to evaluate a soldier suffering from battle fatigue. But her services will be required for much longer. After Hawkeye is assaulted in the showers, she utilizes everything she learnt to try to help him cope. Will it be enough? Chapters 1,2 rated T, but the story M to be safe, mentions of rape - not too graphic, mainly just hints.

2. Drink Up

Please review :-) . This chapter is rated T.

If you recognize it, it is not mine.

Be safe and take care!

"Oh my god! Does this help you forget or literally kills your brain cells dead? It's horrible." Emily coughed after taking a big sip of a fresh batch of poison from the still. Hawkeye and BJ laughed themselves silly watching her struggle with the powerful lighter fluid, her eyes filled with tears.

"No one told you to gulp it down like that!" Hawkeye defended the both of them, pouring her another glass. "Here you have ration everything carefully. Especially sanity…"

"Oh, I noticed that…" Emily laughed, holding her glass, but not drinking yet. She took a few deep breaths and grabbed the side of Hawkeye's bed to steady herself.

"Oh, yeah? Does that mean we can all hope for section 8 discharge, your Freudiness?" BJ quickly added.

"I'm afraid you would have to try harder for that, my surgeons… There are about a hundred cases far too crazier than you can ever aspire to be." Emily answered, taking one smallest sip of gin after another.

"Damn! And I thought we were special." Hawkeye said to BJ, faking sadness as his colleague was preparing to go to bed.

"Anyway, I'll leave so you can get some rest." Emily offered, finishing her drink.

"Don't go yet, BJ will be reading a letter from his wife for another hour. We've got plenty of time." Hawkeye protested her leaving, but was not able to stop her. As he took the glass from her, their fingers tangled together for a few seconds. Sharing a little smile, they stilled.

"Good night, boys." Emily said after a while and left.

"Good night." Hawkeye and BJ shouted after her.

When she was too far away to overhear, Hawkeye sighed loudly. BJ looked up from the letter he was reading and glance at his roommate. "What is it, Hawk?"

"I hope she'll stay here with us forever…"Hawkeye's voice trailed off as he disrobed and threw his army greens on the chair next to his bed. Lying down only in his underwear, he covered himself with his blanket and stared at the tent's ceiling.

BJ was the first to wake up in the morning. Checking the time on his watch, he noticed he had only enough time to take a quick shower and grab a coffee before he was due in Post-Op. Hawkeye just murmured something in his sleep and turned away from the noise as BJ made his way out of the Swamp.