"How you doing Trap?" Hawkeye knelt beside his friends cot, "You look like hell."
"Well I'm not sure if I look like hell," Trapper said, "but I'm hot enough to have a hell inside of me." Hawkeye took out a thermometer an put it in Trapper's mouth.
"Don't talk." He said, after a minutes he took out the thermometer, "And you said you were feeling better?"
"Yeah," Trapper said, "Now you're a blurry blob."
"And that's better?"
"Before you were three blurry blobs."
"Well it must be an improvement, but I'm still not letting you get up." Hawkeye said.
"Fair enough," Trapper said before he rolled over and fell to sleep.
Hawkeye laughed and walked over to Henry's cot, "well, well," He said, "Our benevolent leader..."
"Can it Pierce, " Henry said weakly, "I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm." Hawkeye grinned and looked at Henry's chart.
"Well your temperatures staying relatively low," He said, "Hopefully it will stay that way. Can you eat anything?"
"Do you want to find out?"
"Not really."
"Then lets say no."
Hawkeye sighed and turned to the nurse, "Keep him on his I.V's and start him on liquids. If he can't hold that down then come and tell me."
"Yes doctor." The nurse replied, Hawkeye moved down the row, passed Frank until he reached Sara.
"Hey kiddo," Hawkeye said as he knelt down beside her, "How you holding up?"
Sara sat up weakly, "I'm doing a bit better now, there's only one of you, and I can hold down the food their giving to me."
"That makes one of us." Hawkeye said, "You're looking better, that's for sure."
"Your going to start rambling if your not careful," Sara said, "What's on your mind?" Hawkeye sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Ferret Face and Hot Lips are making problems for Henry, he might have to send you back still." Sara sat up suddenly, partly in shock, Hawkeye could see the fear and pain etched on to her face.
"I'm not going back."
"Try telling that to Hot Lips Houlihan." Hawkeye said, "She's convinced that something will happen to you if you stay here."
"Well of course something will happen, " Sara said, "It would be pretty dull if nothing happened."
"Something bad." Hawkeye said.
"Oh." Sara thought for a moment, "Well what if I could get Major Houlihan to leave Henry alone?"
"You get her to not write that letter to the General and I get Frank to not write a letter either and we're home free." Hawkeye said, "But Margaret is pretty stubborn..."
"So am I..." Sara smiled wickedly.
"I'm perfectly aware of that." Hawkeye replied, "Do you think your well enough to get back in the game?"
"Um, I think so," Sara said, "Are they expecting any more casualties?" Hawkeye shook his head, "No thank god, it's been so busy lately and with Henry, Trapper and Frank out it triples my work."
"How long was your last shift?"
"17 hours," Hawkeye replied.
"17 hours?" Sara said, "Geez, go get some sleep, no wonder you look like hell." Hawkeye grinned childishly and stood up, "I'll try to talk to Frank when he's feeling better." He promised, "Get better okay?"
Sara nodded, "Alright, go get some sleep."
Hawkeye walked out of the small building and made his way slowly back to the swamp, he felt himself dragging his feet as he went.
"'Scuse me sir," Radar said, he walked past Hawkeye pushing a wheelchair, quickly Hawkeye sat down in the chair and Radar stopped pushing.
"To my hotel good man, if you make it there in five minutes there will be height in it for you."
"Hey!" Radar said, "That's not funny." But he pushed Hawkeye to The Swamp anyways. When he was there, Hawkeye went inside and poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp. He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and began to write a letter to his dad.
Dear dad,
The war still rages on, here it's closer than ever. During the night, if it's really quiet, you can hear the shells being blown up in the distance... not that its comforting. The flu has struck us hard once again, Henry Blake, Frank Burns and Trapper are all out of the game and I'm the only capable surgeon here. But that's the least of my worries.
Remember the girl i told you about? Sara Howard, well Henry is letting her stay here.. For now, Major Houlihan and Burns are giving him a rough time about everything, and With Sara being here... well let's just say things aren't looking up. Henry says we'll have to send her home if The two Major's send complaint letters to the Generals, of course no one wants to see her go. She's added some life to the camp, she's makes everyone feel welcome in this world. Everyone has grown quite fond of her... Now here's the dilemma, if she goes back to the US, her god parents will be her guardians. They beat her, leave her locked in her room, she can't live in conditions like that. If she has to go back to the US I'm going to request that she be sent to Crabapple Cove, if she is; will you look after her until I get back?
She's a fine hand in surgery, sending her back to her god parents is murder. I await your reply, thank sis for the tent.
Your loving son,
Hawkeye.