The end! Isn't is sad? Anyways, thanks to all who gave reviews, I love you.
Sightless Eyes
Chapter 3
Hawkeye was again typing, punching the keys with ferocious speed and amazing agility. His skills didn't seem to be hampered by his lack of sight, and the work he produced was void of any errors. But his abilities weren't what had the 4077th thinking he was going to give up - it was the poems he wrote. The despair and depression presented in them was rather unsettling.
Margaret stuck in a new sheet of paper when he asked, reading the words typed on the papers she removed from the typewriter, the poems striking new fear in her. She had come to care quite a bit for Hawkeye in the two and a half weeks that he had been blind. And when she read the words, she became even more confused.
"Hawk, what language is this?" she asked. "Which one?" he inquired. "The latest one, the one you just took out of the typewriter." It looked to be Italian or Spanish. "Oh," he answered vaguely, the vacant expression on his face indicating that he was stuck for a phrase. "Italian. It's my first language." Margaret was stunned. "Really? I didn't know you spoke Italian."
"Sto parlando soltanto inglese da quando ero 11," he commented, still staring blankly into space. Margaret gave him a blank look, until she remembered he couldn't see it. "What's that mean?" she asked. "I've only been speaking English since I was 11," he translated. She stared down at the paper she held. "So what does all this mean?" she questioned, shaking the paper so he would know what she was talking about. He sighed. "It loses a lot in translation, Margaret. Read it to me - or try to read it." She stumbled over some of the words, but she spoke French, and the two languages were similar.
/La Nerezza Lo Circonda/
"That's the title, "The Darkness Surrounds Me." Margaret raised an eyebrow at yet another morbid, depression causing poem, but continued reading.
/Sto facendo scorrere. Non può interferirsi, non può ottenere una presa. La nerezza lo circonda, E lo conosco sto andando slittare/
"I'm sliding. Can't catch myself, can't get a grip. The darkness surrounds me, And I know I'm going to slip."
He recited, face expressionless as he effortlessly translated the words.
/Tiri della mano con l'oscurità, E lo mantiene dal cadere. E come sto salvando Sento la vostra voce chiamata/
"A hand shoots through the dark, And keeps me from falling, And as I'm being rescued, I hear your voice calling."
Margaret glanced up quickly, staring into the blank eyes of the young man who sat not a foot away. This poem was taking a turn for the better.
/Lo avete conservato dalla nerezza, La nerezza e la mia mente. Con voi mi conosco ancora. In voi amore allineare troverò./
"You saved me from the darkness, The darkness and my mind, With you I know myself again, In you true love I'll find."
His voice faltered on the last line, and a hand reached out, seeking and finding her cheek. He stroked it gently. "Is..is that me, Hawk?" He nodded. "You've saved me, Margaret. Saved me from everything. And I love you." She gasped, her heart racing with the thought of being with the man she realized she loved. "I love you too, Benjamin Franklin Pierce." She place a hand on either side of his face, guiding his lips to meet hers. Eventually, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Hours later, Hawkeye opened his eyes, expecting to see the white blankness he had seen for so long. But that was not the sight that met his eyes. He saw the dingy olive - drab of Post - Op, the vibrant blue of the sky outside, and the pure beauty of the world. He never imagined hell could look so perfect.
He turned his gaze on the blonde who lay next to him. Margaret stirred, opening her own eyes, meeting Hawkeye's gaze. His face was exultant, and his eyes - those bright blue orbs had once again the joy of sight. "Hawkeye?" she exclaimed. He nodded. "I can see. And may I add, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Margaret smiled, kissing him softly. "You may."
They got up, Hawkeye nearly running for the door. He collided with BJ as they headed opposite directions. "Maledizione," he muttered - obviously an Italian swear word - , watching BJ's jaw drop. "Hawk?" He nodded. "Yes, I can see. Watch this." Plucking Margaret's pen from her jacket, he grabbed a piece of paper from the desk, scrawled something on it, and taped it to his shirt. BJ and Margaret read it, laughing. "Yes, I can see. Thank You."
Slinging an arm around his friend and his beloved, he pushed through the doors. "Let's go outside," he ordered. "For the first time in my life, I want to see that compound." The three friends walked out into the world, the sunshine giving hope, hope that soon the madness would end.
***TBC***
Thanks for everything, people. Sorry about the Italian, it didn't quite translate properly, so if you check it, it could be wrong. I had to put it in, I find the thought of Hawkeye speaking Italian extremely sexy. Please review!
Sightless Eyes
Chapter 3
Hawkeye was again typing, punching the keys with ferocious speed and amazing agility. His skills didn't seem to be hampered by his lack of sight, and the work he produced was void of any errors. But his abilities weren't what had the 4077th thinking he was going to give up - it was the poems he wrote. The despair and depression presented in them was rather unsettling.
Margaret stuck in a new sheet of paper when he asked, reading the words typed on the papers she removed from the typewriter, the poems striking new fear in her. She had come to care quite a bit for Hawkeye in the two and a half weeks that he had been blind. And when she read the words, she became even more confused.
"Hawk, what language is this?" she asked. "Which one?" he inquired. "The latest one, the one you just took out of the typewriter." It looked to be Italian or Spanish. "Oh," he answered vaguely, the vacant expression on his face indicating that he was stuck for a phrase. "Italian. It's my first language." Margaret was stunned. "Really? I didn't know you spoke Italian."
"Sto parlando soltanto inglese da quando ero 11," he commented, still staring blankly into space. Margaret gave him a blank look, until she remembered he couldn't see it. "What's that mean?" she asked. "I've only been speaking English since I was 11," he translated. She stared down at the paper she held. "So what does all this mean?" she questioned, shaking the paper so he would know what she was talking about. He sighed. "It loses a lot in translation, Margaret. Read it to me - or try to read it." She stumbled over some of the words, but she spoke French, and the two languages were similar.
/La Nerezza Lo Circonda/
"That's the title, "The Darkness Surrounds Me." Margaret raised an eyebrow at yet another morbid, depression causing poem, but continued reading.
/Sto facendo scorrere. Non può interferirsi, non può ottenere una presa. La nerezza lo circonda, E lo conosco sto andando slittare/
"I'm sliding. Can't catch myself, can't get a grip. The darkness surrounds me, And I know I'm going to slip."
He recited, face expressionless as he effortlessly translated the words.
/Tiri della mano con l'oscurità, E lo mantiene dal cadere. E come sto salvando Sento la vostra voce chiamata/
"A hand shoots through the dark, And keeps me from falling, And as I'm being rescued, I hear your voice calling."
Margaret glanced up quickly, staring into the blank eyes of the young man who sat not a foot away. This poem was taking a turn for the better.
/Lo avete conservato dalla nerezza, La nerezza e la mia mente. Con voi mi conosco ancora. In voi amore allineare troverò./
"You saved me from the darkness, The darkness and my mind, With you I know myself again, In you true love I'll find."
His voice faltered on the last line, and a hand reached out, seeking and finding her cheek. He stroked it gently. "Is..is that me, Hawk?" He nodded. "You've saved me, Margaret. Saved me from everything. And I love you." She gasped, her heart racing with the thought of being with the man she realized she loved. "I love you too, Benjamin Franklin Pierce." She place a hand on either side of his face, guiding his lips to meet hers. Eventually, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Hours later, Hawkeye opened his eyes, expecting to see the white blankness he had seen for so long. But that was not the sight that met his eyes. He saw the dingy olive - drab of Post - Op, the vibrant blue of the sky outside, and the pure beauty of the world. He never imagined hell could look so perfect.
He turned his gaze on the blonde who lay next to him. Margaret stirred, opening her own eyes, meeting Hawkeye's gaze. His face was exultant, and his eyes - those bright blue orbs had once again the joy of sight. "Hawkeye?" she exclaimed. He nodded. "I can see. And may I add, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Margaret smiled, kissing him softly. "You may."
They got up, Hawkeye nearly running for the door. He collided with BJ as they headed opposite directions. "Maledizione," he muttered - obviously an Italian swear word - , watching BJ's jaw drop. "Hawk?" He nodded. "Yes, I can see. Watch this." Plucking Margaret's pen from her jacket, he grabbed a piece of paper from the desk, scrawled something on it, and taped it to his shirt. BJ and Margaret read it, laughing. "Yes, I can see. Thank You."
Slinging an arm around his friend and his beloved, he pushed through the doors. "Let's go outside," he ordered. "For the first time in my life, I want to see that compound." The three friends walked out into the world, the sunshine giving hope, hope that soon the madness would end.
***TBC***
Thanks for everything, people. Sorry about the Italian, it didn't quite translate properly, so if you check it, it could be wrong. I had to put it in, I find the thought of Hawkeye speaking Italian extremely sexy. Please review!