The Sulfa
"Maaaaaargaret..."
"Come on, Ben, it'll only take a moment."
"I just got off my shift and I'm still on call. I'd really like to get some rest before they drag me back in at two in the morning to put a band-aid on a papercut."
"We can wait until tomorrow to move it all, I just want to figure out where the new furniture will go tonight."
"Fine."
Hawkeye dropped onto their old couch and rubbed his eyes, yawning. "Where should the new sofa go?" "Well, in the living room, for starters." Margaret said sarcastically, drawing a square on her pad of notepaper to indicate the general shape of the room. Raising his head, Hawkeye grinned sleepily and said "Yup, between the end tables." "Huh?" "The sulfa should go in the livingroom between the end tables." "Sulfa so good." Margaret laughed, her eyes wide with realization.
They both smiled widely, remembering that night in the supply tent. "Digitalus?" Hawkeye asked, and awaited Margaret's response, which was "Nope, I'm keeping it a secret." By now they were roaring with laughter, and it was as if they were reliving the entire scene in their very own home. "Quiet, you'll wake Anna." Margaret giggled.
"This can wait until tomorrow. Why don't you go to bed? I'll be there in a minute." "I think I will. I've had plenty of Morphine..." Hawkeye mumbled with a grin. Trying hard not to erupt into another fit of chuckles, Margaret sketched out an oval against the back wall on her paper, writing 'sofa' inside it.
When she had finished adding a few other small things, she lay the notebook on the old couch where Hawkeye had sat a moment ago, and went into the bathroom. She changed into her nightgown and brushed her teeth. As she walked into the bedroom, she saw that Hawkeye's eyes were still half open and he said drowsily "Nitrus..." Lying down beside him, she kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and said
"Good Nitrus, sweet prince."