~Eep your all scary when your angry :o(
"General we were just attacked." Henry persisted on the phone as Trapper raced in to his office, "No.. No one is dead but we have some seriously wounded people here..."
"Henry!" Trapper yelled as he entered the office.
"Not now Trapper, I'm trying to get help..."
"Henry they took Sara..." Trapper sighed, "She's gone..."
Henry dropped the phone, his mouth hung open. Trapper could hear General Hammond on the other end shouting into the receiver.
"She's gone?"
Trapper nodded grimly, Henry sighed and picked up the phone once more.
"General, I was wrong they took Sara P-" He was about to say 'Pierce' but he quickly corrected himself, "Howard, they took Sara Howard." Henry covered his end of the phone and looked at Trapper, "Go to the OR and scrub up," He went back to the phone, "yes sir..."
Trapper suddenly realized how hard this was going to hit Hawkeye, whether she signed the papers or not... Hawkeye was going to be more upset than beyond words.
He sighed as he walked towards the Pre-Op, Father Mulcahy and Hawkeye would be back tomorrow, Trapper suddenly dreaded the morning.
Trapper was in surgery with Henry and Frank for 14 hours, he didn't say anything, no snide marks no singing... nothing ordinary. Time again Frank made his crude comments about Trapper but he simply brushed them off and kept working madly like a robot. But his spirit wasn't in the work... his mind was on Sara, and Hawkeye, two of his closest friends since he came to the blasted war and he had failed both of them...
In the morning...
"What is it?" Hawkeye accepted the brown paper envelope from father Mulcahy has he threw his bag into the army jeep.
"Sara asked me to give it to you," the priest replied, "She said I should give it to you today and not a moment sooner." Hawkeye stared at him for a moment, barely breathing. His heart beat grew faster, his fate, his soul lay on the papers in the envelope. Part of him didn't want to open it, part of him just wanted to save them and race back to camp. It really didn't matter what they said, he had taken a risk and he would accept the consequences no matter what.
The other half.... the more reasonable part of him told him to open the envelope and read what it said.
But since when was he a man a reason? Booze and girl's were his way of life.
-What made me think I'd be a good father?- Hawkeye thought to myself, -I'm not a family guy, I can't settle down. I'm not the sort of person that should be raising a young girl, what was I thinking?-
-You were trying to save her,- the other part of him said, -it doesn't matter how you act as long as she's saved.-
-open it-
-open it-
He did.
Hawkeye carefully pulled away at top of the package and pulled out the single sheet of paper. Then he looked up and stared off into the distance.
"What is it?" Father Mulcahy asked.
"I'm a father." Hawkeye replied.