'I don't think she's forgiven us for the poker trick,' Hawkeye said to
Trapper three days after they had given Alex her first proper meal in days.
The nurse hadn't set foot into the Swamp since then, and refused to talk to
either of them, Radar or Klinger.
'We should talk to her about it,' Trapper said, looking up from the letter he was writing.
'I plan to. I'm going to trap her in the Supply tent with me and make her talk,' Hawkeye said.
'Are you sure that's all you'll be doing?' Trapper asked cheekily. Hawkeye threw a pillow at his head.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex turned at the sound of the supply tent opening as she was doing a stock take, expecting maybe Frank and Margaret. Instead, Hawkeye stood there.
'Can I help you, Captain?' she asked.
'Alex, you know I don't like the term "Captain",' Hawkeye told her.
'I'm sorry, sir,' Alex replied, not looking at him. Hawkeye wrapped his arms around her.
'Come on, Alex,' he whispered into her ear. 'We only did it because we all love you and don't want you to get sick.' Alex shrugged Hawkeye off.
'You don't understand,' she said. 'It's like I can't control things. I couldn't stop from the Koreans from killing Andy, I couldn't help from loving or hating Andy, I can't stop the stupid war, I couldn't even help Klinger being shot. Every time I look at Klinger, I see him hitting the ground after being shot, and I feel sick, like if I so much as take a mouthful of food, I'll choke on it and die.'
'I understand,' Hawkeye asked. 'It's how I feel sometimes. My best friend died on the surgery table, in front of me, because I couldn't save him.' Alex turned around to face Hawkeye and he noticed tears in her eyes.
'I'm so sorry, Hawkeye,' she said quietly.
'But we can control some things. We can choose how we act towards each other, and how we're going to act to get through this miserable war,' Hawkeye told Alex.
'I'm sorry, Hawkeye. I'll try and remember that,' Alex replied. She gave him a small smile, and Hawkeye smiled back. Radar walked in and realised the two were in there.
'Oh! Sorry!' he said, backing out the door quickly.
'No, Radar, it's not like that!' Hawkeye said, going to the door quickly. Alex started laughing. Hawkeye pulled the short company clerk through the door of the supply room.
'We weren't doing anything, Radar,' Alex explained, still giggling. 'Just talking.'
'Oh,' Radar said. 'Well, these came in for you today, Alex.' Radar handed Alex a small bunch of letters held together with a rubber band and left quickly.
'Aren't you going to open them?' Hawkeye asked.
'Nah, they'll still have the same thing written on them later,' Alex said. She turned towards the shelf and began doing her stock take again.
'Need help?' Hawkeye asked. Alex laughed.
'If you hang around, this won't get done,' she told him. Hawkeye grinned.
'Maybe it will, maybe it won't,' he said.
'Radar thinks we're not doing anything in here. What if he walks in to tell us something and we are doing something?' Alex giggled.
'Oh well, he left pretty quick last time,' Hawkeye said, moving up close to Alex. She pushed him away.
'No, Hawkeye,' she said firmly. 'I don't want to ruin our friendship.' Margaret walked in and gave a short scream. Frank ran in after her.
'What are you doing?' Margaret asked loudly.
'Doing a stock take on supplies,' Alex replied.
'Oh no you weren't!' Frank said and he stormed out.
'You'll be hearing from Colonel Blake about this,' Margaret added and she followed Frank out.
'Great. Now I'll have them trying to get me shipped out,' Hawkeye groaned.
'We weren't doing anything!' Alex yelled out the door.
'We should talk to her about it,' Trapper said, looking up from the letter he was writing.
'I plan to. I'm going to trap her in the Supply tent with me and make her talk,' Hawkeye said.
'Are you sure that's all you'll be doing?' Trapper asked cheekily. Hawkeye threw a pillow at his head.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex turned at the sound of the supply tent opening as she was doing a stock take, expecting maybe Frank and Margaret. Instead, Hawkeye stood there.
'Can I help you, Captain?' she asked.
'Alex, you know I don't like the term "Captain",' Hawkeye told her.
'I'm sorry, sir,' Alex replied, not looking at him. Hawkeye wrapped his arms around her.
'Come on, Alex,' he whispered into her ear. 'We only did it because we all love you and don't want you to get sick.' Alex shrugged Hawkeye off.
'You don't understand,' she said. 'It's like I can't control things. I couldn't stop from the Koreans from killing Andy, I couldn't help from loving or hating Andy, I can't stop the stupid war, I couldn't even help Klinger being shot. Every time I look at Klinger, I see him hitting the ground after being shot, and I feel sick, like if I so much as take a mouthful of food, I'll choke on it and die.'
'I understand,' Hawkeye asked. 'It's how I feel sometimes. My best friend died on the surgery table, in front of me, because I couldn't save him.' Alex turned around to face Hawkeye and he noticed tears in her eyes.
'I'm so sorry, Hawkeye,' she said quietly.
'But we can control some things. We can choose how we act towards each other, and how we're going to act to get through this miserable war,' Hawkeye told Alex.
'I'm sorry, Hawkeye. I'll try and remember that,' Alex replied. She gave him a small smile, and Hawkeye smiled back. Radar walked in and realised the two were in there.
'Oh! Sorry!' he said, backing out the door quickly.
'No, Radar, it's not like that!' Hawkeye said, going to the door quickly. Alex started laughing. Hawkeye pulled the short company clerk through the door of the supply room.
'We weren't doing anything, Radar,' Alex explained, still giggling. 'Just talking.'
'Oh,' Radar said. 'Well, these came in for you today, Alex.' Radar handed Alex a small bunch of letters held together with a rubber band and left quickly.
'Aren't you going to open them?' Hawkeye asked.
'Nah, they'll still have the same thing written on them later,' Alex said. She turned towards the shelf and began doing her stock take again.
'Need help?' Hawkeye asked. Alex laughed.
'If you hang around, this won't get done,' she told him. Hawkeye grinned.
'Maybe it will, maybe it won't,' he said.
'Radar thinks we're not doing anything in here. What if he walks in to tell us something and we are doing something?' Alex giggled.
'Oh well, he left pretty quick last time,' Hawkeye said, moving up close to Alex. She pushed him away.
'No, Hawkeye,' she said firmly. 'I don't want to ruin our friendship.' Margaret walked in and gave a short scream. Frank ran in after her.
'What are you doing?' Margaret asked loudly.
'Doing a stock take on supplies,' Alex replied.
'Oh no you weren't!' Frank said and he stormed out.
'You'll be hearing from Colonel Blake about this,' Margaret added and she followed Frank out.
'Great. Now I'll have them trying to get me shipped out,' Hawkeye groaned.
'We weren't doing anything!' Alex yelled out the door.