*See Parts 1-2 for Warnings*

© 2000 MCL

Old lives shattered, New ones born
Part 5


Hawkeye ran in followed by B.J and Radar and immeadiately went to Chelsea, whom was crying and screaming out his name with a painful whine attached to the end of it. "What is it Chelsea, what hurts?" Hawkeye asked as he knelt down beside her bed.

Chelsea couldn't explain what hurt, she just knew she was in pain and she wanted it to stop. "It hurts Hawkeye, It hurts, make it stop! I wanna go to sleep! I wanna go away!" Chelsea replied, as he tried to hold her flailing arms still so he could look her over.

BJ had heard what she'd said about going to sleep and had gone to get a needle to oblige her. He came ack and as Hawkeye watched, he said, "Okay, Chelsea listen. I'm going to give you a shot, you'll go to sleep, but we will all be right here." Chelsea was holding onto her body like a million invisable bees were stinging her as BJ carefully stuck her with the needle.

Her squirming and yelling didn't help the fact that she was begging someone to knock her out in english and chiniese at the same time. BJ heard her cry at the feeling of being stuck in the hip with the needle and was soon quieted as she fell asleep. Hawkeye was about to pick Chelsea up when he saw something that had him even more worried.

"Look Beej." Hawkeye said pointing to the bed underneath where Chelsea would have been sitting. It was a puddle of almost all blood, and BJ's eyes grew at the sight of it. "Blood. We've gotta go in and find the bleeder and tie it off. She could be bleeding into her belly." BJ said as he helped get her ready for surgery.

"Klinger!" Hawkeye yelled. Klinger, wearing his usual dress of the day, ran in. "C'mon. we need x-rays of her belly." BJ said as he scooped Chelsea up into his arms. Klinger didn't reply, he just hurridly followed BJ. Meanwhile, Hawkeye ran to change and scrub up. As he washed his hands and arms, Hawkeye argued himself about doing this surgery.

"I gotta go in and stop whatever's bleeding. BUT she's just a little kid. I don't know if I.." Hawkeye went quiet as BJ came in and began to change. "Anything?" Hawkeye turned and asked as he turned the water off. BJ shook his head no.

"I didn't see anything. Not a blessed thing was wrong with her belly Hawk." BJ said and Hawkeye shook his head as he waited on BJ to turn off the water. He followed BJ into the OR where Chelsea was waiting with Margaret by her side. "She's under, doctor." She said and Hawkeye nodded as she helped him put on some gloves. After Hawkeye, Margaret did the same for BJ.

Hawkeye took a deep breath and began the surgery. He hated it, every minute of being inside that child made him even madder. BJ noticed Hawkeye's mouthless expression and knew how he felt. He was feeling it too. "How's it goin, Hawk?" BJ asked.

Hawkeye continued to probe around inside of Chelsea and continued to find more tears and rips and more annoyance overcame him. He shook his head as he saw her kidneys and tied off yet another bleeder.

"God she's messed up Beej, her insides look like shrapnel got in here and fished itself around in circles for 3 days straight. Infection's real bad, there's so much green and red in here, she looks like she's decorated a couple of months early for Christmas. The kidneys have been trying to flush the infection out and have gotten themselves sick in the process. Her bloody urine is proof of that. She could've lost her overies if we hadn't of caught this now and not tomorrow." Hawkeye said as he flushed more of the green, white and yellow pussy infection out.

BJ took one look and wondered how she survived whatever they had done to her. He helped Hawkeye close her belly up and 4 hours later, Hawkeye covered Chelsea up with a sheet as she was about to be wheeled into post-op.

Hawkeye gave her one last look and as he did, he prayed to god that he never meant the persons responsible for this. Torture was nothing new to him, but this was different, she was a child and rape infuriated him. Hawkeye turned away and took off his gloves, giving them a satisfying throw to the floor.

"Margaret, make sure she is kept on high doses of penecillian to keep that infection down." Hawkeye said as Margaret helped push Chelsea out of OR. She nodded and disappeared through the double doors. Once in post-op, Margaret did as Hawkeye ordered, recording the shot on Chelsea's chart with a sad shake of her head, she looked at Chelsea and hung the chart back in it's place.

After the surgery, Hawkeye went to the O-Club and tried to drown himself in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. BJ was sent looking for him when he didn't show up for rounds, and he knew exactly where his bestfriend would be.

He walked into the O-Club just in time to see Hawkeye pass out, his head laying on the bar, the bar scattered with empty glasses. BJ gave Igor, the bartender, a nod and picked Hawkeye up from the bar. He grabbed one of Hawk's arms and slung it over his shoulder as he attempted to half drag Hawkeye out of the club and back to the swamp.

BJ made it back a few minutes later, and dropped Hawkeye off in his bed. Hawkeye was out, or at least almost. BJ took off his boots and covered him up. "Say goodnight Hawk." BJ said, not expecting Hawkeye to hear him.

"G--Goodnight --Ha--Hawk." Hawkeye mumbled in a slur incoherently as he fell back into a drunken sleep. BJ got up and walked out of the swamp, he was going to take Hawk's shift for him.

Hawk would do it for him in a heartbeat's notice, and BJ knew that. He also knew that Hawkeye had a good reason to be upset after what he'd seen in that surgery. Hawkeye had a big heart, one that grew at the sight of a smiling, giggling, playing child. It shrunk at the sight of all the children he was forced to sew back together everyday, and at the sight of Chelsea, quite possibly the smallest patient Hawkeye's ever had.

Radar was a perfect example of that, Hawkeye would jump on a land mine for him, as well as comfort him if he was upset, he was always there when Radar needed a fatherly opinion or he had a question only Hawkeye could answer. Hawkeye loved Radar, and everyone knew it. Chelsea was getting close to Hawkeye too, and as BJ walked into the post-op, he told himself, "I have a feeling we'll never see the last of Chelsea."

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