Disclaimer- I told you once.

A/N- To my reviewer with no name- You're close, I live in Wales, about a half hour drive from the border. What made you ask that?

By the way, I'm sorry this is short. I lost the fic and this is all I could remember of chapter 2! I'm trying to rewrite it as fast as I can and make it long as I can, so bear with me? ^___^



The scream echoed around the small room and brought people running from all over camp.

Radar what is it?

Who's being murdered?
Radar tried to wave them all away while he was catching his breath and Henry caught on.

All right people, let's head on back to bed. Thank you. Once the last person had walked out he sat down on Radar's cot.
What happened?

It was Hawkeye. He was covered in blood and surrounded by Chinese soldiers!
Henry sighed heavily and looked away so Radar wouldn't see the fear that was haunting his eyes.

Yeah, I know.
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Elsewhere in camp, others were having their sleep disrupted by thoughts of their comrade. Over in the Swamp, Trapper had given up all pretence of sleep and was lying with his eyes open, refusing to allow himself to think of his friend.

He's fine, he told himself firmly. Now go to sleep. But he knew that it was nowhere near that easy. He sighed and rolled over, but that meant he was looking at Hawkeye's empty cot and he rolled over again.

It's not impossible to get word through Hawkeye. Why haven't we heard from you? In the darkness, where no one could see him, he reached out and pulled the tattered red dressing gown over to him. Even as he told himself Hawkeye would be fine, fear clouded his brain.
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Across the compound, Margaret was awake and thinking of Hawkeye too.
I hope he's ok. We can't afford to lose our Chief Surgeon. And I don't think I can afford to lose Hawkeye.

This thought overwhelmed her until she could think of nothing else. In the darkness, where no one could see her, she curled up in to a ball and started to cry. Even as she tried to tell her self she was being foolish, she whispered the truth to the night.

I love you Hawkeye.
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Hours away, Hawkeye was finding his sleep plagued by thoughts of his friends. The young boy he had operated on for a gun shot wound earlier had reminded him of Kim, the young boy Trapper had wanted to adopt, and his mind had been stuck on the people at the 4077th since. The blood on his jacket was still wet where he had tried to use it to stop the bleeding, and so he lay shivering on the floor.

In the darkness, where no one could see him, he let the fear he was feeling show. His heart began to pound in his chest, even as he tried to will himself to sleep.
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