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"Well?" Potter asked, as Sidney, very confused emerged from Post-Op. Sidney shook his head and sat down.
"In every other sense he is perfectly mentally healthy, well as healthy as Hawkeye ever was. He knows everything, where he is, why he is, when it is, who the President is, he knows everyone's birthdates, he knows everything about everyone here, even things they didn't think he knew, he can talk me through complex medical procedures so well Radar could have performed them, but he doesn't know who he is, when he was born, where he lives, anything at all. There seems to be no reason whatsoever for this personal amnesia. It's very unusual Colonel."
"Thankyou Major, like a drink?" Sidney accepted the whisky gratefully.
"I guess I'll try again in the morning, when Major Houlihan is available, I think he's linked with her, those rings."
"By all means feel free Sidney, but be careful, I think those rings mean a lot to Hawkeye, and even more to Margaret. I'm not telling you how to do your job, but it could be a dangerous discovery, it may bring Hawkeye back the wrong way." The Colonel's voice was serious.
"I'll keep that in mind Colonel." Sidney smiled, and went to the Swamp where he was staying. He went to bed, extremely puzzled and wondering about how best to approach the potentially dangerous and painful situation.
"Hi Margaret, how are you?" Hawkeye smiled tiredly as she sat on the bed.
"Good, thanks for asking, how are you?"
"If I could remember I'd tell you." Hawkeye was sardonic in his reply. "And if I only knew why I gave you those rings." He took Margaret's left hand and studied the rings thoughtfully.
"Listen, leave this for when Sidney is here okay?" Margaret said. "He'll be here soon, here he is now!" The dark-eyed doctor came in and sat on the chair next to the bunk. Margaret was sitting at the end, while Hawkeye held her left hand, playing with his mother's rings.
"So, Hawkeye, tell me about yourself." Sidney sat patiently waiting for a reply.
"According to what this beautiful lady has told me, I'm Hawkeye Pierce and I have a father." Hawkeye said, continuing to play with the rings on Margaret's hand.
"Can you tell me about your mother?" Sidney asked.
"I had a mother? I mean I must have to have been born but. . . these rings were hers I know that."
"Because Margaret has them." Sidney thought. They were linked with someone he knew clearly, and so he knew where they came from.
"But I forget why I gave them to her. I forget when I gave them to her. Margaret when did you get those rings?" He asked puzzled.
"About a week and a half ago." Hawkeye had little idea how long he'd been gone, and didn't realise a week and a half ago, the camp was mourning his death.
"I know why I gave them to you Margaret, it's because I love you." Hawkeye said. "Well, I can't remember if that's why I gave them to you THEN but that's why I want you to have them NOW."
"I'll leave you two alone to talk it out." Sidney left before they could raise a fuss.
"Margaret I have no idea who I am, or where I come from. All I know is that I love you and I want to learn about myself with you by my side."
"Hawkeye, you're very tired, and delirious, I think it's about time you laid down and had a sleep. You get better okay?" Margaret tucked him in and kissed his cheek and left before things got too uncomfortable.
"Beej, she didn't believe me." Hawkeye said. He'd been settled in the VIP tent to open up another bed in Post-Op.
"Well, Hawkeye, you barely remember who you are, it would be hard for her to know if what you say is really what you feel." BJ reasoned.
"You were always this right weren't you?" Hawkeye laughed. "I didn't tell you I cared for her before the accident did I?" Hawkeye knew that he'd had a jeep accident now, but he'd missed or not been informed of the fact that he'd been presumed dead.
"You didn't say a word to me, or anyone else in the camp." BJ replied.
"I might have told Dad, what do you think?" BJ shrugged. "Will Potter let me call home, so I can talk to Dad, maybe he'll know if I loved her or not." BJ shrugged again. "Were you always this little use? Come on, get me out of this bed and into the wheelchair."
"Dr Pierce? This is Sidney Freedman, psychiatrist. Before you talk to your son, I want to explain a few things. Firstly that he was involved in a jeep accident, and is now well on the way to physical recovery. However, he is suffering a strange amnesia. He has little idea of who you are, he only knows that you're his father. I want him to remember things himself, so please only answer the question he will ask, I know you will probably want to tell him things, but this is for his own sake." Hawkeye and Daniel had a short talk after Sidney had issued instructions.
"Bye Dad." Hawkeye put the phone down. "That voice is so familiar, I know it, but I don't."
"Well?" BJ asked. Hawkeye shook his head, it seemed if there had been any attraction to Margaret, he had not let it show to anyone.
"Listen, Margaret's going to have your hide if I'm not back in bed soon." Hawkeye said, taking the hint, BJ pushed the chair back into Post-Op and put Hawkeye back in bed.
"I'd tell you a dirty bedtime story, but it might disrupt the patients and corrupt the nurses." BJ said with a grin. Hawkeye smiled tiredly. He was a lot stronger, but was still a long way from complete physical recovery.
"BJ, Colonel!" The doors flew open and Fr Mulcahy burst in. He was holding a small Korean girl.
"I found an overturned jeep on the way to the orphanage, and she was there." He explained as BJ checked her over, unaware that his friend had paled and was shivering.
"Get her into OR, she's been hit by the jeep! Margaret and Baker, you two assist me, I don't know if we'll save her, it's a miracle she's still alive. Take her into OR and pray your rear off Father!" BJ disappeared to scrub. At that moment, Hawkeye burst into shocked, choking tears.
"Dear god!" He sobbed, "I killed her!"
"Well?" Potter asked, as Sidney, very confused emerged from Post-Op. Sidney shook his head and sat down.
"In every other sense he is perfectly mentally healthy, well as healthy as Hawkeye ever was. He knows everything, where he is, why he is, when it is, who the President is, he knows everyone's birthdates, he knows everything about everyone here, even things they didn't think he knew, he can talk me through complex medical procedures so well Radar could have performed them, but he doesn't know who he is, when he was born, where he lives, anything at all. There seems to be no reason whatsoever for this personal amnesia. It's very unusual Colonel."
"Thankyou Major, like a drink?" Sidney accepted the whisky gratefully.
"I guess I'll try again in the morning, when Major Houlihan is available, I think he's linked with her, those rings."
"By all means feel free Sidney, but be careful, I think those rings mean a lot to Hawkeye, and even more to Margaret. I'm not telling you how to do your job, but it could be a dangerous discovery, it may bring Hawkeye back the wrong way." The Colonel's voice was serious.
"I'll keep that in mind Colonel." Sidney smiled, and went to the Swamp where he was staying. He went to bed, extremely puzzled and wondering about how best to approach the potentially dangerous and painful situation.
"Hi Margaret, how are you?" Hawkeye smiled tiredly as she sat on the bed.
"Good, thanks for asking, how are you?"
"If I could remember I'd tell you." Hawkeye was sardonic in his reply. "And if I only knew why I gave you those rings." He took Margaret's left hand and studied the rings thoughtfully.
"Listen, leave this for when Sidney is here okay?" Margaret said. "He'll be here soon, here he is now!" The dark-eyed doctor came in and sat on the chair next to the bunk. Margaret was sitting at the end, while Hawkeye held her left hand, playing with his mother's rings.
"So, Hawkeye, tell me about yourself." Sidney sat patiently waiting for a reply.
"According to what this beautiful lady has told me, I'm Hawkeye Pierce and I have a father." Hawkeye said, continuing to play with the rings on Margaret's hand.
"Can you tell me about your mother?" Sidney asked.
"I had a mother? I mean I must have to have been born but. . . these rings were hers I know that."
"Because Margaret has them." Sidney thought. They were linked with someone he knew clearly, and so he knew where they came from.
"But I forget why I gave them to her. I forget when I gave them to her. Margaret when did you get those rings?" He asked puzzled.
"About a week and a half ago." Hawkeye had little idea how long he'd been gone, and didn't realise a week and a half ago, the camp was mourning his death.
"I know why I gave them to you Margaret, it's because I love you." Hawkeye said. "Well, I can't remember if that's why I gave them to you THEN but that's why I want you to have them NOW."
"I'll leave you two alone to talk it out." Sidney left before they could raise a fuss.
"Margaret I have no idea who I am, or where I come from. All I know is that I love you and I want to learn about myself with you by my side."
"Hawkeye, you're very tired, and delirious, I think it's about time you laid down and had a sleep. You get better okay?" Margaret tucked him in and kissed his cheek and left before things got too uncomfortable.
"Beej, she didn't believe me." Hawkeye said. He'd been settled in the VIP tent to open up another bed in Post-Op.
"Well, Hawkeye, you barely remember who you are, it would be hard for her to know if what you say is really what you feel." BJ reasoned.
"You were always this right weren't you?" Hawkeye laughed. "I didn't tell you I cared for her before the accident did I?" Hawkeye knew that he'd had a jeep accident now, but he'd missed or not been informed of the fact that he'd been presumed dead.
"You didn't say a word to me, or anyone else in the camp." BJ replied.
"I might have told Dad, what do you think?" BJ shrugged. "Will Potter let me call home, so I can talk to Dad, maybe he'll know if I loved her or not." BJ shrugged again. "Were you always this little use? Come on, get me out of this bed and into the wheelchair."
"Dr Pierce? This is Sidney Freedman, psychiatrist. Before you talk to your son, I want to explain a few things. Firstly that he was involved in a jeep accident, and is now well on the way to physical recovery. However, he is suffering a strange amnesia. He has little idea of who you are, he only knows that you're his father. I want him to remember things himself, so please only answer the question he will ask, I know you will probably want to tell him things, but this is for his own sake." Hawkeye and Daniel had a short talk after Sidney had issued instructions.
"Bye Dad." Hawkeye put the phone down. "That voice is so familiar, I know it, but I don't."
"Well?" BJ asked. Hawkeye shook his head, it seemed if there had been any attraction to Margaret, he had not let it show to anyone.
"Listen, Margaret's going to have your hide if I'm not back in bed soon." Hawkeye said, taking the hint, BJ pushed the chair back into Post-Op and put Hawkeye back in bed.
"I'd tell you a dirty bedtime story, but it might disrupt the patients and corrupt the nurses." BJ said with a grin. Hawkeye smiled tiredly. He was a lot stronger, but was still a long way from complete physical recovery.
"BJ, Colonel!" The doors flew open and Fr Mulcahy burst in. He was holding a small Korean girl.
"I found an overturned jeep on the way to the orphanage, and she was there." He explained as BJ checked her over, unaware that his friend had paled and was shivering.
"Get her into OR, she's been hit by the jeep! Margaret and Baker, you two assist me, I don't know if we'll save her, it's a miracle she's still alive. Take her into OR and pray your rear off Father!" BJ disappeared to scrub. At that moment, Hawkeye burst into shocked, choking tears.
"Dear god!" He sobbed, "I killed her!"
