The wounded were bad that day, but not particularly haggering, considering
the usual load. As usual, Hawkeye put her out of his mind and had pretty
much resumed his normal wise-cracking self when a very interesting case
came in.
"She's the new nurse we ordered about a month ago," Colonel Potter explained grimly, looking at the body lying in front of Hawkeye's table. "On the way in, her jeep hit a landmine and sent her sailing."
Hawkeye nodded and accepted a new pair of gloves from a nurse. "But she made it as a patient instead of a nurse."
"She sure did look down both barrels of the gun, didn't she?"
"She sure did."
Hawkeye turned to the body in front of him, and looked over the sheet to see the face of the woman he was about to dig into, and stopped cold, unable to form speech. BJ handed his clamp to his nurse and gave instructions to close, and walked around to see what had muted his friend.
"Hawk?" he asked hesitantly, peering into his eyes.
"You wondered what that girl in my dreams looks like?"
BJ nodded blandy, not comprehending what was being said.
"Well, take a good look, because Lieutenant Sherman is the living likeness.
"Oh."
"Right." Hawkeye took a deep breath and shivered with a chill that was not cold induced.
"Do you want me to take her?" BJ asked softly, genuinely. He hadn't seen his friend this scared since--- he's never seen his friend look this scared. He was twisting his hands absentmindedly through each other, and his eyes were wider than they normally were.
Hawkeye looked up, registering that a voice was speaking to him, and shook his head. "No, I'll take her. Somehow, I feel like I owe her something."
BJ nodded silently and turned back to his own patient. Hawkeye stared at the countenance below him for another moment before accepting the scalpel the nurse provided.
"She's the new nurse we ordered about a month ago," Colonel Potter explained grimly, looking at the body lying in front of Hawkeye's table. "On the way in, her jeep hit a landmine and sent her sailing."
Hawkeye nodded and accepted a new pair of gloves from a nurse. "But she made it as a patient instead of a nurse."
"She sure did look down both barrels of the gun, didn't she?"
"She sure did."
Hawkeye turned to the body in front of him, and looked over the sheet to see the face of the woman he was about to dig into, and stopped cold, unable to form speech. BJ handed his clamp to his nurse and gave instructions to close, and walked around to see what had muted his friend.
"Hawk?" he asked hesitantly, peering into his eyes.
"You wondered what that girl in my dreams looks like?"
BJ nodded blandy, not comprehending what was being said.
"Well, take a good look, because Lieutenant Sherman is the living likeness.
"Oh."
"Right." Hawkeye took a deep breath and shivered with a chill that was not cold induced.
"Do you want me to take her?" BJ asked softly, genuinely. He hadn't seen his friend this scared since--- he's never seen his friend look this scared. He was twisting his hands absentmindedly through each other, and his eyes were wider than they normally were.
Hawkeye looked up, registering that a voice was speaking to him, and shook his head. "No, I'll take her. Somehow, I feel like I owe her something."
BJ nodded silently and turned back to his own patient. Hawkeye stared at the countenance below him for another moment before accepting the scalpel the nurse provided.