Chapter Ten
"Oh Fraaaaank..."
Hawkeye called in a sing-song voice as he opened up Margaret's door. Obviously, as usual, he paid no heed to the "Knock before entering" sign. Only those who were actually afraid of her took notice.
"Pierce, get out!" Margaret shouted when she saw his head poke into her tent. She wrapped the nightgown tighter around her frame and grabbed one of the wooden hairbrushes off her desk and flung it at his head. However, it bounced loudly off the door rather than her original target.
"Margaret, I need to talk to Frank! Open up your wardrobe and get him out here! Me and him go on Post-Op duty in ten minutes!"
The wooden door opened about two inches, and Hawkeye found himself staring into the major's soft blue eyes. For the most part they were filled with tears, but a glint of anger was obvious behind the glassy surface. She said in a quiet voice "I sent him away." Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, but not in his normal teasing manner, and asked gently "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, there's a lot that's wrong right now." Was her heavy reply. Suddenly she took a step out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him through and into her tent, where she promptly began crying. Worriedly Hawkeye took her gently into his arms, and she pulled him to her, leaning on his shoulder.
"Hawkeye, I think Frank's trying to kill Colonel Blake."
The black-haired man's strong arms wrapped subconsciously tighter around Margaret's slender frame, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.