~Im feeling extra evil because I fixed my computer, back to posting regularly, I'm considering on writing a sequel to this, I'll let you all know. Now, back to the regularly scheduled program.



For over two weeks Sara lay in a form of a coma, barely clinging on to life. Even Trapper couldn't help Hawkeye out of the seclusion he had forced himself into, Only Sara could.

"Pierce." Hawkeye looked up to see Henry standing in front of him, "Go get some sleep, Don't worry, we'll let you know if anything changes."

"But..."

"That's an order Pierce," Henry said sternly, "We're giving her 24 hour coverage, she'll be fine..."

"Henry..."

"Go, Pierce....now."

Hawkeye sighed and stood up, He had been sitting beside Sara for two hours but it seemed like an eternity. He slowly walked from the post op towards the Swamp, but after a moment he changed direction and headed towards the Officers Club for a drink.

"One Martini Mr Kwang," Hawkeye said glumly as he sat down on a bar stool, "As dry as you can possibly make it."

Mr Kwang nodded and made the Martini, Hawkeye downed it in one gulp. He had three more Martini's that way but nothing helped, there was an empty ache in the pit of his stomach, there wasn't a lack of food or what the army could call food. In fact it was a feeling that Hawkeye had never felt before, a mix of despair, fear, depression and loneliness. For the first time in his life he felt like he had a purpose, a meaning in the world, he was in charge of an innocent life, he was a father.

He didn't want to loose all that.

"Hawk?" He looked up to see Trapper.

"What is it Trapper?"

"Just came to see how you're doing..."

"Fine." Hawkeye snapped, "I'm doing fine."

"No you're not," Trapper replied.

"Oh really?" Hawkeye raised an eye brow, "What makes you say that?"

"Because no one in the camp is fine," Trapper replied as he sat down on a stool next to Hawkeye, "We're all going insane with nerves, We all want Sara to pull through, but you're her father, if I were you I'd be going crazy."

"What makes you think I'm not?" Hawkeye asked.

"Because if you were crazy you wouldn't have downed four martini's in a half hour." trapper said, "Even you can't handle that. Three more and you won't actually be sober... you'll be... well not sober and not drunk."

"Sane."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Trapper I feel like this is all my fault, I should have never left, then maybe this wouldn't have happened..."

"Don't start blaming yourself, Hawk." Trapper said sternly, "You couldn't have stopped it, none of us could have. At least she did some good while they had her..."

"Yeah but look how they repaid her!" Hawkeye snapped, "Filling a body with bullets isn't my thought of the perfect 'thanks'"

Trapper sighed and opened his mouth to reply but before he had the chance Radar burst through the door or the officer's club.

"You sirs better come quick!" Radar said, gasping for air, "It's Sara..."