"Radar!" Henry yelled, before after Radar's head popped around the office door.

"Yes sir?"

"Radar get..."

"Yes sir I'll get captain Pierce in here right away...

"Get captain Pierce in here..."

Radar was halfway out the door when Henry looked up, "Radar?"

"Yes sir," radar said, "I'll stop doing that."

Trapper was reading the latest dirty magazine in Henry's office, a childish grin was pasted on his face.

"You two are going to give me gray hair long before my time, you know that don't you?"

Trapper looked up, "Oh now be fair Henry," He thought for a moment, "Gray is the next black."

Henry glared at the surgeon and picked up his Korean doll and began to fiddle with it, "Frank is really bursting my bubble this time..."

"Well maybe you should bring Sara here as well if it concerns her..." Henry just shook his head, "She's too sick."

"Sir," Radar's head popped around the corner of the door, "Captain Pierce is here,"

"Well show him..."

"What is it Henry?" Hawkeye was already in the office when Henry started talking, "I've got sick patients."

Henry sighed and stood up, "It's about Sara..."

"What about her?"

"Pierce, major Burns and Houlihan are making running this camp a living hell." Henry poured himself a drink of whisky.

"Point being?"

"Their trying to get me replaced because I'm allowing her to stay here, they've already written dozens of notes to General Clayton and Hammond, complaining about the way I run this camp. With Sara living here; well to be blunt in a rather blunt fashion and to explain myself bluntly..."

"Henry," Trapper said.

"What?"

"Your babbling again."

Henry sighed and rubbed his eyes, "General Hammond isn't happy about her being here already, General Clayton is furious. And their about ready to replace me."

"Well what do you suggest?"

Henry sighed again, "Sending her home..."

"But.."

"Pierce the war isn't any place for a child, let alone one in her situation. If she went back to the US she wouldn't go to her god parents, we'd make sure of that. But keeping her here is just as dangerous."

Hawkeye thought about this for a moment, "What if i could get Ferret face and Hot Lips off your case?"

"What do you mean what if?"

"If I got them to leave you alone about Sara, then would you let her stay?"

"Sure, why not. If you did get them to leave me alone then I would also be in debt to you for the rest of my life and give you a three day pass out of this dump... but that's a big if."

"Consider it done." Hawkeye replied, Henry only laughed.... and laughed, and laughed some more.



"Attention all personnel, incoming wounded. Major wounded, its gonna be a long night people. The OR is open 24/7 for all your bleeding needs."



Henry stood up and sighed, "Well time to put our noses to the grind stone,"

"It's painful." Trapper said.

"What is?"

"Putting our noses to the grind stones."

"Go scrub up McIntyre." Trapper smiled and stood up quickly, he quickly fell back down in the chair.

"What's wrong Trap?" Hawkeye asked.

"Nothing, just a bit dizzy." Hawkeye walked up to him and put his hand on Trapper's forehead.

"Geez, you're burning up, you're so hot we could fry eggs on you're forehead."

"I'm fine." Trapper said.

"Yeah if you definition of fine is having a temperature high enough to end the ice age." Hawkeye retorted, "Come on, your going for a nice long nap with the rest of the sickies here."



****



After taking Trapper to the building reserved for those with the flu, Hawkeye scrubbed up and went into the OR where there was a small line up of shrapnel collecting soldiers.

"Scalpel," Hawkeye said, The nurse handed it to him, "Jeez, there's enough metal in this kid to make a new set of sporks."

"That's because there's a war going on Pierce!" Frank snapped.

"Really Frank? Well someone should have told me, maybe I would have washed my hands then."

"Oh har har." Frank retorted, "Just concentrate on your patient."

"Yes mother."

Henry sighed, "Hey Ginger, can you stitch this guy up?"

"Sure thing." The nurse replied.

"Henry what's wrong?" Hawkeye asked, "Suction."

"I think I just got hit with the flu which seems to be hitting everyone in this here camp now that it's hit me..."

"Henry go lay down," Hawkeye said, "Your babbling." Henry only nodded and left the OR, he had become pale and sweaty.

"Well now that the colonel is gone I'm in charge," Frank said, "Thing's are going to change around here."

Hawkeye sighed, "You say that every time Henry is gone or is sick, Frank. Nothing ever changes except hot lips becomes more tolerant for the rest of us."

Frank scowled at Hawkeye, "I'm serious this time, now we can get some real work done around here..." Frank stopped suddenly.

"Frank? What is it?" Margaret asked.

"Suddenly I don't feel so good."

"Oh no," Hawkeye moaned, "Not you too."

"I'll be fine!:" Frank said as he straightened up slightly, "Don't worry about me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Hawkeye muttered, "Frank, go lay down, Margaret can you finish up for him?"

"Yes, Frank, Pierce is right, go lay down."

"Oh, alright Margaret." Frank said, he quickly left the room, to be sick, Hawkeye suspected.

Suddenly hit him, he was all alone... again. Hawkeye sighed, he must have some kind of immunity that makes him that last one to catch these flu's.