A/N: What happened will be revealed in a flashback separated from the rest of the story by *****

Margaret became aware that Hawkeye was not himself, choking and crying. She sat down beside him, and at one he clung to her, seeking comfort.

"Kellye, assist BJ, tell him why." She ordered. "Hawkeye, calm down, I'm here, it's okay what's the matter?"

"I remember everything now." Hawkeye sobbed brokenly.

"Sidney!" Margaret hollered, "Bigalow, get Sidney in here immediately!" Sidney appeared in a second, having heard the Major's first shout.

"Hawkeye, what is it?" Sidney joined the two, Hawkeye clinging to Margaret and crying, Margaret trying to understand him and comfort him.

"I remember everything! It's awful, I killed her!"

"Tell me your name, and everything that happened." Sidney said steadily. "Don't be afraid to let it all out."

"My name is Benjamin Franklin Pierce, I was born on January 28, 1920."

"He does remember." Margaret murmured.

"I thought I'd forgotten it all, not being able to help her!"

"Who?" Sidney pressed.

"That girl Mulcahy brought in. I hit her. . ."

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The sun blazes overhead as a tall man in a jeep speeds along a Korean road, suddenly from nowhere a girl appears on the road. He swears and tries to stop, but he is not fast enough and hits her, her small 3year old body flying. As her body lands a few feet away, the driver performs a sharp u- turn, and his helmet falls off, his ebony hair shining in the sun. However, he turns too sharply and the jeep flips, throwing his body in the opposite direction. The jeep stops just inches away from the girl's head, stopping her from being killed. The driver's body lands with a thud a split second later.

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"I couldn't help her when I woke up, I couldn't find my med bag. So I gave her shelter near the jeep, knowing someone would find her, and I left her. I couldn't help her, I couldn't, and so I forgot everything, even who I was, if I had really been me, I would have been able to help her but I obviously wasn't me, I couldn't live with the guilt." Hawkeye sobbed.

"Hawkeye, guilt is a very natural response. But the jeep accident was simply that, an accident. You couldn't have helped it." Sidney replied quietly.

"But I killed her because I couldn't help her." Hawkeye insisted. Margaret kept her arms around him.

"Listen Hawkeye, what did you tell me about BJ yesterday?" The tone she used was no-nonsense, loving and slightly frustrated all at the same time.

"That he was one of the best surgeons I'd ever seen." Hawkeye replied.

"Then he'll do fine, he won't let that little girl die, no matter how hurt she is, now look at you, you're exhausted, I think you should go back to sleep."

"I'll go talk to Potter." Sidney said, leaving as Margaret gently lay Hawkeye down and tucked him in.

"Well doc, what's your diagnosis?" Potter asked as Sidney came in. They'd called a staff meeting and Margaret, Klinger and Fr Mulcahy were sitting in the office, BJ was still in theatre with the girl.

"Guilt-induced denial, he hit the little girl BJ's operating on, and he couldn't help her when he came to, so he denied everything. He'll be okay as soon as he realises that the girl is okay and I hope BJ is a damned good surgeon, and gets her to pull through, because otherwise I don't know if Hawkeye will."

"What about the bullet wound?" Margaret asked anxiously.

"Never said, I presume that he just obtained it while he walked back." Sidney replied. "We said it was a sniper didn't we? I guess it was that one found about two miles from here just last week."

"Well, let's just hope and pray that the child pulls through. Oh and that BJ's little patient does okay too." Potter joked a little, bringing a much- needed smile to everyone's faces.

All they could do now was wait and hope like hell that BJ was as good a surgeon as they knew he was.