Chapter Twelve
BJ, the new surgeon at M*A*S*H 4077 who had taken over for Trapper when he left, looked horrified. He'd only known Colonel Blake for two days, and ever since BJ had arrived in camp, nothing good had happened. It kinda made you think.
"Well? What can we do?"
Hawkeye looked at his newest partner-in-prank and said thoughtfully "Demorest, or whatever the hell his name is, seems to have a lot of Korean friends in high places. We don't wanna be on the bad side of this Mat-Sune person, so we'll have to do it quietly. I, for one, don't wanna be murdered in this khaki airsick bag.
"Good point."
"Don't you get it?" Margaret asked, obviously annoyed, before a small smile lit up her face. "We have to be cunning, think up a good plan... you know? It'll be the most exciting thing that's ever happened in this camp... camp! We can get more personnel to help us! Just think..."
As she started going off with plans of adventure, of all things, Hawkeye's eyebrows nearly receded into his hairline. "Margaret, you make it sound like this is a game! They're trying to kill Henry! He managed to make it back once, but if he ends up with poisonous chemicals that aren't the ones regularly implanted in our food, he's not gonna make it back again!"
Margaret's eyes welled with tears, and she took a step back. His face softened, though he hadn't been speaking harshly in the first place. "I'm sorry. Come here." He hugged her for a moment, until he saw the look on BJ's face, the raised eyebrow and sneaky little smile... though he would love to have taken it further (It is Hawkeye we're talking about), Hawkeye released her and smiled innocently.
"Actually, I think Margaret's got quite a good idea." A smile lit up the woman's face, and she looked back and forth between them. "There's not much we can do now, except keep an eye on Henry. But Hawkeye, I'm warning you... you're already twenty minutes late for Post-Op duty in here, and Frank'll be coming soon. BJ, go back to the Swamp and see what you can think up. I'll be in my tent."
And, standing tall, almost regally, she walked out the door.