Disclamer thingie: I DO NOT own them (But i wish i DID!! :)
Note: i cant speak Korean so i put the things that were supose to be in Korean in Italacs
also i cannot spell check for some reason so bear avec moi (With me)
Hawkeye just held her. One of the corprals came in and told Colonel Potter that the job was done but now they were dangeously low on blood and according to Radar (who just got back from R&R) ther would be wounded comming in soon. Right as rain, men in various states of dissembowelment started rolling in.
After about twenty straight hours of slapstick surgery, the exausted personel sat around a table in the mess tent drinking cups of coffee left over from WWI. Margaret wasn't talking to anyone, just sitting, staring into the slightly purpleish mud water the camp called coffee. Radar soon joined the group bringing many joyous letters from home.Margaret, however, got a letter from I-Cors. She quickly scaned it, her jaw droping. Colonel Potter looked very concerned
"Anything wrong Major?"
"No, but I don't believe it!"
"What?" said BJ, curious.
"I'm being promoted! And I have no clue why."
"You're being promoted! Jumpin' Jehosephat! To..."
"Lieutenent Colonel. It says because I acted above and beyond the call of duty and for having a cool head in the face of fire. But I don't remember doing anything that great or special. So why are they promoting me?"
"I don't know." put in Hawkeye" But you sure as hell deserve it!"
"It says that a General Hammond will be here in few days to see me. It's so odd"
Slowly, the coversation drifted away from the promotion comotion. Hawkeye leaned over to Margaret who was sitting next to him,
"Are you OK?" She knew what he was refering to.
"Sorta. Just a little scared. I realy don't want to go bact to my tent and take care of that mess."
"Don't worry about it. I already took care of it"
"Oh. Thanks." She didn't look any more cheerful "I have to go. I have duty in Post -Op"
''What?" Put in BJ from her other side. "You just go off of a twenty four hour shift of surgery!"
"Yeah, but I'd rather stay busy. I don't want to think about anything but medicine."
Hawkeye knew that underneath the calm exterior she was terrified beyond belief. The fact that Donald could get into camp, into her tent, wreak havoc, and get out unnoticed shook her to the core and made her shifty and nervous but you had to look to see it.
"INCOMMING WOUNDED! INCOMMING WOUNDED! EVERYONE TO TREAGE! SORRY FOR THE SHORT BREAK FOLKS!" Hawkeye sighed and headed to the door.
It turned out that a bunch of North Koreans were injoured when their POW truck drove over a land mine. Without a translator, it was almost impossible for the doctors to get the ones that wern't seriously wounded calmed down. Only Margaret had any success and no one know why.
About four hours into the latest streach, the casualties that were actually concious started to roll in. Hawkeye finished up the pacirnt he was working on and got a nasty looking head wound in return. Margaret was acting as anesthsiologist. Just as she was about to put him to sleep, he grabed her arm and threw her to the floor. He headed for the door, a scalpel in hand as a weapon. He almost was out the door when...
"Stop!" Margaret got up. " Come on. We don't want to hurt you. Please. They're doctors, I'm a nurse. We just want to help. We wont hurt you, I promise." The sclience was stunned. She could speak Korean, fluent Korean. Now the man handed her the scalpel and climbed back on the table, muttering something. Hawk turend to her,
"What did he say?"
"That he was sorry." she replied simply.
She put the man under ana Hawkeye started to put stiches in his head. She could feel all of their eyes an her. Finally, Colonel Potter spoke up
"Where in Sweet Fanny Adams did you learn to speak like that?"
"Well... Pierce, do you remember when Trapper wanted to adopt that little boy, Kim?
"Yeah"
"Well I learnd a little so I could talk to him. After he left, I figuresd that as long as I'm in Korea, it might be helpful to know the language"
"Oh'' Everyone looked at their head nurse with a new found respect.
Post-Op that night was full except for one bed. Both Hawk and Margaret were on duty, both exausted. The rounds were made and the pacients were asleep. Pierce looked over at Margaret, who was doing paper work.
"Hey" He got her attention. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Sure. Thanks" He sauntered off twards the Mess tent/
"Hey Major!" one of the wounded had wolken up
"Yes can I help you Corparal Brant"
"Can I have a glass of water?"
"Sure"
She returned a few minuets latter with it and sat on the empty bed to watch him drink.
"You OK Major?"
"What? Oh yes I'm fine, just a little tired."
"you should grt some sleep."
"Believe me, I would love to but with the combination of things going on lately..." She looked at him. He was sound asleep. "Boy", she thaught, "I would love to be able to do that" She streached out on the empty bed "Maybe just for a minuet" She was asleep instantly.
Hawkeye came in and scaned the room for Margaret. His eyes rested on the once empty bed by the desk. He chuckled to himself and set the coffee down. He took one of the extra blankets and covered her up amd sat down at the desk, all the time keeping his eyes on the beautiful nurse sleeping near him.
Authors note(again!): i desperatly need help if you have any ideas, send them in with your revew!
Note: i cant speak Korean so i put the things that were supose to be in Korean in Italacs
also i cannot spell check for some reason so bear avec moi (With me)
Hawkeye just held her. One of the corprals came in and told Colonel Potter that the job was done but now they were dangeously low on blood and according to Radar (who just got back from R&R) ther would be wounded comming in soon. Right as rain, men in various states of dissembowelment started rolling in.
After about twenty straight hours of slapstick surgery, the exausted personel sat around a table in the mess tent drinking cups of coffee left over from WWI. Margaret wasn't talking to anyone, just sitting, staring into the slightly purpleish mud water the camp called coffee. Radar soon joined the group bringing many joyous letters from home.Margaret, however, got a letter from I-Cors. She quickly scaned it, her jaw droping. Colonel Potter looked very concerned
"Anything wrong Major?"
"No, but I don't believe it!"
"What?" said BJ, curious.
"I'm being promoted! And I have no clue why."
"You're being promoted! Jumpin' Jehosephat! To..."
"Lieutenent Colonel. It says because I acted above and beyond the call of duty and for having a cool head in the face of fire. But I don't remember doing anything that great or special. So why are they promoting me?"
"I don't know." put in Hawkeye" But you sure as hell deserve it!"
"It says that a General Hammond will be here in few days to see me. It's so odd"
Slowly, the coversation drifted away from the promotion comotion. Hawkeye leaned over to Margaret who was sitting next to him,
"Are you OK?" She knew what he was refering to.
"Sorta. Just a little scared. I realy don't want to go bact to my tent and take care of that mess."
"Don't worry about it. I already took care of it"
"Oh. Thanks." She didn't look any more cheerful "I have to go. I have duty in Post -Op"
''What?" Put in BJ from her other side. "You just go off of a twenty four hour shift of surgery!"
"Yeah, but I'd rather stay busy. I don't want to think about anything but medicine."
Hawkeye knew that underneath the calm exterior she was terrified beyond belief. The fact that Donald could get into camp, into her tent, wreak havoc, and get out unnoticed shook her to the core and made her shifty and nervous but you had to look to see it.
"INCOMMING WOUNDED! INCOMMING WOUNDED! EVERYONE TO TREAGE! SORRY FOR THE SHORT BREAK FOLKS!" Hawkeye sighed and headed to the door.
It turned out that a bunch of North Koreans were injoured when their POW truck drove over a land mine. Without a translator, it was almost impossible for the doctors to get the ones that wern't seriously wounded calmed down. Only Margaret had any success and no one know why.
About four hours into the latest streach, the casualties that were actually concious started to roll in. Hawkeye finished up the pacirnt he was working on and got a nasty looking head wound in return. Margaret was acting as anesthsiologist. Just as she was about to put him to sleep, he grabed her arm and threw her to the floor. He headed for the door, a scalpel in hand as a weapon. He almost was out the door when...
"Stop!" Margaret got up. " Come on. We don't want to hurt you. Please. They're doctors, I'm a nurse. We just want to help. We wont hurt you, I promise." The sclience was stunned. She could speak Korean, fluent Korean. Now the man handed her the scalpel and climbed back on the table, muttering something. Hawk turend to her,
"What did he say?"
"That he was sorry." she replied simply.
She put the man under ana Hawkeye started to put stiches in his head. She could feel all of their eyes an her. Finally, Colonel Potter spoke up
"Where in Sweet Fanny Adams did you learn to speak like that?"
"Well... Pierce, do you remember when Trapper wanted to adopt that little boy, Kim?
"Yeah"
"Well I learnd a little so I could talk to him. After he left, I figuresd that as long as I'm in Korea, it might be helpful to know the language"
"Oh'' Everyone looked at their head nurse with a new found respect.
Post-Op that night was full except for one bed. Both Hawk and Margaret were on duty, both exausted. The rounds were made and the pacients were asleep. Pierce looked over at Margaret, who was doing paper work.
"Hey" He got her attention. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Sure. Thanks" He sauntered off twards the Mess tent/
"Hey Major!" one of the wounded had wolken up
"Yes can I help you Corparal Brant"
"Can I have a glass of water?"
"Sure"
She returned a few minuets latter with it and sat on the empty bed to watch him drink.
"You OK Major?"
"What? Oh yes I'm fine, just a little tired."
"you should grt some sleep."
"Believe me, I would love to but with the combination of things going on lately..." She looked at him. He was sound asleep. "Boy", she thaught, "I would love to be able to do that" She streached out on the empty bed "Maybe just for a minuet" She was asleep instantly.
Hawkeye came in and scaned the room for Margaret. His eyes rested on the once empty bed by the desk. He chuckled to himself and set the coffee down. He took one of the extra blankets and covered her up amd sat down at the desk, all the time keeping his eyes on the beautiful nurse sleeping near him.
Authors note(again!): i desperatly need help if you have any ideas, send them in with your revew!