A/N: Here's the next story, sorry I took ages getting it up. This is for
Karen! This has a very low Kleenex warning, I can't guarantee you'll cry
over this. I didn't.
My sleep is plagued by nightmares from that god-forsaken war. I cannot sleep, and if I cannot sleep I cannot operate. And if the Chief of Thoracic Surgery at Boston Mercy cannot operate, what use is he? Maybe if I had someone to talk to I might be able to sleep.
I wonder how my colleagues Pierce and Honnicut are doing; maybe they have nightmares too. Maybe they'd understand. But why would they help? They've previously refused any offer of hospitality from me, why would they come now? Understandably the birth of Honnicut's second child would prevent him from visiting, but still when I telephoned Pierce and offered him a weekend at Cape Cod with my sister and I, he refused, simply because he did not want to come. Maybe it was because of how I treated him in Korea.
Maybe if I'd been more of a friend and less of a colleague to them they might want to visit. I know now that I looked down my nose at them and it was understandable. I still have yet to see such a pair of rude, immature goons such as Pierce and Honnicut. But maybe if I had been more understanding about their rebelling towards the army, they might have come when I needed them
Maybe isn't getting me anywhere, I wasn't their friend then, and they are not my friends now. I shall go for a walk, try and clear my mind. And maybe, just maybe I can sleep. . .
My sleep is plagued by nightmares from that god-forsaken war. I cannot sleep, and if I cannot sleep I cannot operate. And if the Chief of Thoracic Surgery at Boston Mercy cannot operate, what use is he? Maybe if I had someone to talk to I might be able to sleep.
I wonder how my colleagues Pierce and Honnicut are doing; maybe they have nightmares too. Maybe they'd understand. But why would they help? They've previously refused any offer of hospitality from me, why would they come now? Understandably the birth of Honnicut's second child would prevent him from visiting, but still when I telephoned Pierce and offered him a weekend at Cape Cod with my sister and I, he refused, simply because he did not want to come. Maybe it was because of how I treated him in Korea.
Maybe if I'd been more of a friend and less of a colleague to them they might want to visit. I know now that I looked down my nose at them and it was understandable. I still have yet to see such a pair of rude, immature goons such as Pierce and Honnicut. But maybe if I had been more understanding about their rebelling towards the army, they might have come when I needed them
Maybe isn't getting me anywhere, I wasn't their friend then, and they are not my friends now. I shall go for a walk, try and clear my mind. And maybe, just maybe I can sleep. . .