Chapter 2***
"Pierce, for the last time... I can't let you go... God forbid the body is Hunnicutts; we can't afford to lose you too. Now I'm sorry son, I know this hard, but right now we got a compound full of wounded and down a doctor, so please get to work, the unit will call when they know."
Hawkeye sighed. "Yes sir, wounded come first sir!" He sarcastically replied with a sideways salute to boot.
The operating room was oddly silent enough, except for occasional yell for an update from Radar.
"Still no call sirs!"
"Damnit BJ...why?" Hawkeye said to himself. At least he thought he had. Major Houlihan over heard the whisper.'
"It might not be him Pierce, we have to have faith."
"I couldn't agree more" Father Mulcahy seconded as he made his rounds from table to table.
Hawkeye sighed. He stepped outside for a quick breather.
His mind couldn't help but wonder to Henry Blake, it hadn't been that long since he'd lost Henry to the war, he couldn't take losing BJ. Damn this war. Come on Beej...make it back home.
As he wondered back into surgery, he made eye contact with Radar. He had only seen that look in his eyes once before...
"No" Hawkeye almost screamed in the OR. "No way Radar, don't say it, don't you say it."
Potter sighed. "Did you get the call back son?"
"Yes sir, I'm sorry Hawk....he didn't make it into surgery."
"Lord help us." Father Mulcahy muttered over the silence.
A few occasional whimpers.
This was all too familiar. Hawkeye couldn't take it. He bolted out the door and before you knew it you could hear the engine rustle and tires turning...
"Ah, Pierce....Radar get on the horn..."
"I'll get us a replacement sir, right away."
"And get the MP's to get Pierce back here..."
The operating fell back into silence once again. The whimpers still lingering.
"Pierce, for the last time... I can't let you go... God forbid the body is Hunnicutts; we can't afford to lose you too. Now I'm sorry son, I know this hard, but right now we got a compound full of wounded and down a doctor, so please get to work, the unit will call when they know."
Hawkeye sighed. "Yes sir, wounded come first sir!" He sarcastically replied with a sideways salute to boot.
The operating room was oddly silent enough, except for occasional yell for an update from Radar.
"Still no call sirs!"
"Damnit BJ...why?" Hawkeye said to himself. At least he thought he had. Major Houlihan over heard the whisper.'
"It might not be him Pierce, we have to have faith."
"I couldn't agree more" Father Mulcahy seconded as he made his rounds from table to table.
Hawkeye sighed. He stepped outside for a quick breather.
His mind couldn't help but wonder to Henry Blake, it hadn't been that long since he'd lost Henry to the war, he couldn't take losing BJ. Damn this war. Come on Beej...make it back home.
As he wondered back into surgery, he made eye contact with Radar. He had only seen that look in his eyes once before...
"No" Hawkeye almost screamed in the OR. "No way Radar, don't say it, don't you say it."
Potter sighed. "Did you get the call back son?"
"Yes sir, I'm sorry Hawk....he didn't make it into surgery."
"Lord help us." Father Mulcahy muttered over the silence.
A few occasional whimpers.
This was all too familiar. Hawkeye couldn't take it. He bolted out the door and before you knew it you could hear the engine rustle and tires turning...
"Ah, Pierce....Radar get on the horn..."
"I'll get us a replacement sir, right away."
"And get the MP's to get Pierce back here..."
The operating fell back into silence once again. The whimpers still lingering.