(A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Alright, I'll try a longer chapter... Next time. I promise. I just never seem to end in the right place. But then again... I loves de cliffhangers. HAH!)
Chapter Sixteen
BJ was meandering on his way towards the Enlisted men's tent, wondering what he was going to say to Sergeant Demorest, or whoever else he happened to meet in there. His head suddenly came up, though, as there was a blaring over the PA system.
"Wounded! Not many, folks, but they're hurt bad! Team one report to triage in the compound, the rest of you hit the OR!"
Frank and BJ were, for this rotation, on team two. So Henry and Hawkeye would be in the compound, assessing victims of the war as they were hauled out of ambulances. BJ sprinted to the scrub room, skidding to a halt as he found Frank, Margaret, and an unfamiliar man inside already. He guessed it to be Sergeant Demorest, however, judging by his slightly surprised and angry expression, and his stripes. Margaret stood in front of Frank and fixed BJ with an icy glare.
"Have you been eavesdropping on us, Captain?! We're Majors! Consider yourself on report!" A high-pitched giggle eminated from the ferret of a man behind her, and she snapped "Shut up, Frank." The sergeant brushed past BJ on his way out the door while Frank and Margaret, who were already sterile, stalked angrily into the operating room.
This didn't seem to phase BJ, strangely, or Hawkeye, who came in a moment later and changed into his white gown beside him. Having told Frank that she had missed a spot scrubbing (To which Frank protested, whispering furiously that he had made sure to get everything when he scrubbed for her), Margaret reappeared beside the two doctors and bent over the sink with them as they washed their hands and arms thoroughly.
"It's a gun!"
She whispered urgently, her eyes wide with something like panic.
"Demorest's got a pistol, and he's planning on using it on the Colonel on his way to the latrine tonight!"
Hawkeye and BJ's heads shot up and they stared at her, almost uncomprehendingly, mouths open slightly. They were about to say something, perhaps quizzing for more information, when Frank's sneering face poked through the doorway.
"Are they giving you trouble, Major?"
"I've taken care of it myself, Major Burns, thank you. Captains, you're both on report for conduct unbecoming of officers." Margaret said curtly, standing up straight as she prepared to accompany Frank into O.R. Hawkeye and BJ followed, prepared for the hard day and night ahead of them.