Alex found Frank laying on a cot in Pre op.
'What do you want?' he asked. A nurse a few cots away looked over sharply.
'She saved your life, you ungrateful slob,' she snapped before walking away.
'I'd like to thank you for listening to what I had to say in the supply room, and being there. I'd appreciate you didn't tell anyone about my brother, though,' Alex said, producing the bottle and a glass. She poured some of the liquid from the bottle into the glass and handed it to Frank. Before leaving, Alex saluted and left. Frank stared at the glass. This was the first time someone had given him a gift for doing something. He put the glass on the small table beside him and stared up at the roof of the tent. Hawkeye and Trapper came in about ten minutes later.
'Hi Frank,' Hawkeye said before sitting on the cot beside him.
'We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about Alex,' Trapper said, standing beside his friend.
'Like what? You know more about her than me,' Frank said.
'What were you comforting her about when Klinger burst in on you?' Hawkeye asked, staring at Frank hard.
'Wouldn't you like to know!' Frank said, remembering Alex's request to not tell anyone of her brother's passing. Trapper and Hawkeye glanced at each other.
'Come on, we won't get anything out of him,' Hawkeye said, standing and the two left.
'We'll try Klinger,' Trapper said as they walked out the door.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex had found Klinger in his tent, straightening things up.
'Hi,' she said.
'Hi, Alex. What do you want?' Klinger asked friendly.
'I wanted to share some of this with you,' Alex said, handing the bottle of gin to Klinger. 'Got any glasses?' Klinger went to a cupboard and pulled out two cups.
'The rest seem to be all broken,' Klinger said, going over to Alex. She filled them up, and lifted her glass up in a toast.
'To Isaac, may you rest in peace,' she said before drinking.
'To your brother,' Klinger added before taking a mouthful from his own cup.
'I'd like you to keep my brother's death under you hat,' Alex said, looking up from her drink.
'Oh, yeah, ok,' Klinger said. Silence. 'Were you very close?' he asked her.
'Closer than close. Isaac was only two years older than me, and very understanding. He was drafted into the army, and injured a few times. When people came around to the hospital I was working in to get volunteers for the war, I signed up, so I could see him, and be reasonably close to him,' Alex explained. She stared into her glass, and Klinger moved around, feeling a little awkward.
'Are you ok about it?' he asked.
'I don't know. I can go through the day without crying if I think about him, now, but I think it'll always hurt, deep inside,' Alex said. She put her glass down and handed Klinger what was left in the bottle.
'Please don't tell anyone, I don't want to be fussed over about it,' she said before leaving.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Hawkeye and Trapper came into Klinger's tent a few minutes after Alex left.
'Klinger, we want to know what the excuse was that Alex gave you after you found her and Frank together in the supply room,' Trapper said.
'He was comforting her,' Klinger said.
'Yeah, but what about?' Hawkeye asked.
'Why do you want to know?' Klinger asked innocently.
'We think it's weird that she hasn't told anyone about it. She'd come to me or Hawk before going to Frank,' Trapper said.
'You need to have a little faith in her,' Klinger said.
'Do you have proof that he was really comforting her, not doing anything else?' Hawkeye asked.
'Just her word,' Klinger replied. Hawkeye and Trapper looked at each other.
'I don't like this,' Trapper said. Hawkeye nodded in agreement and they left.
'What do you want?' he asked. A nurse a few cots away looked over sharply.
'She saved your life, you ungrateful slob,' she snapped before walking away.
'I'd like to thank you for listening to what I had to say in the supply room, and being there. I'd appreciate you didn't tell anyone about my brother, though,' Alex said, producing the bottle and a glass. She poured some of the liquid from the bottle into the glass and handed it to Frank. Before leaving, Alex saluted and left. Frank stared at the glass. This was the first time someone had given him a gift for doing something. He put the glass on the small table beside him and stared up at the roof of the tent. Hawkeye and Trapper came in about ten minutes later.
'Hi Frank,' Hawkeye said before sitting on the cot beside him.
'We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about Alex,' Trapper said, standing beside his friend.
'Like what? You know more about her than me,' Frank said.
'What were you comforting her about when Klinger burst in on you?' Hawkeye asked, staring at Frank hard.
'Wouldn't you like to know!' Frank said, remembering Alex's request to not tell anyone of her brother's passing. Trapper and Hawkeye glanced at each other.
'Come on, we won't get anything out of him,' Hawkeye said, standing and the two left.
'We'll try Klinger,' Trapper said as they walked out the door.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex had found Klinger in his tent, straightening things up.
'Hi,' she said.
'Hi, Alex. What do you want?' Klinger asked friendly.
'I wanted to share some of this with you,' Alex said, handing the bottle of gin to Klinger. 'Got any glasses?' Klinger went to a cupboard and pulled out two cups.
'The rest seem to be all broken,' Klinger said, going over to Alex. She filled them up, and lifted her glass up in a toast.
'To Isaac, may you rest in peace,' she said before drinking.
'To your brother,' Klinger added before taking a mouthful from his own cup.
'I'd like you to keep my brother's death under you hat,' Alex said, looking up from her drink.
'Oh, yeah, ok,' Klinger said. Silence. 'Were you very close?' he asked her.
'Closer than close. Isaac was only two years older than me, and very understanding. He was drafted into the army, and injured a few times. When people came around to the hospital I was working in to get volunteers for the war, I signed up, so I could see him, and be reasonably close to him,' Alex explained. She stared into her glass, and Klinger moved around, feeling a little awkward.
'Are you ok about it?' he asked.
'I don't know. I can go through the day without crying if I think about him, now, but I think it'll always hurt, deep inside,' Alex said. She put her glass down and handed Klinger what was left in the bottle.
'Please don't tell anyone, I don't want to be fussed over about it,' she said before leaving.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Hawkeye and Trapper came into Klinger's tent a few minutes after Alex left.
'Klinger, we want to know what the excuse was that Alex gave you after you found her and Frank together in the supply room,' Trapper said.
'He was comforting her,' Klinger said.
'Yeah, but what about?' Hawkeye asked.
'Why do you want to know?' Klinger asked innocently.
'We think it's weird that she hasn't told anyone about it. She'd come to me or Hawk before going to Frank,' Trapper said.
'You need to have a little faith in her,' Klinger said.
'Do you have proof that he was really comforting her, not doing anything else?' Hawkeye asked.
'Just her word,' Klinger replied. Hawkeye and Trapper looked at each other.
'I don't like this,' Trapper said. Hawkeye nodded in agreement and they left.