Izzy woke up, but refused to open her eyes.
'I've been hit by a car and taken to hospital. I wasn't really operated on by Hawkeye Pierce, he's just a TV character. It was all a hallucination, but I'm fine now,' Izzy told herself. Someone walked up to her bed and stood beside her. Izzy opened her eyes slowly to see a tall, dark haired man reading a chart. There was no doubt about it, he was Hawkeye Pierce. But how? M*A*S*H was just a TV show!
'Oh, you're awake. I was a little worried. You were hit by a jeep, you know,' he said, sitting on the empty army cot beside her.
'Where am I?' Izzy asked, realizing her ribs, leg and head still hurt like crazy.
'4077 MASH. Best MASH unit in Korea,' Hawkeye said. Izzy laughed, even though it felt like her ribs were being ripped out slowly.
'No, really, where am I?' she asked.
'You're in Korea,' Hawkeye told her, looking concerned. 'Maybe you landed on your head just a little too hard. Would you like to see a psychiatrist?'
'Uh, no thanks,' Izzy replied, looking around. Maybe this wasn't a joke. Maybe she was really in Korea.
'May I ask you a question?' Hawkeye asked.
'Yeah, ok,' Izzy said, staring around. They were in the Post-op tent, and she was on the far wall, about in the middle. There weren't many other people in the tent, so she figured everyone else must be right enough to walk to the Mess tent, or back to the front.
'How did you know my name?' Hawkeye asked.
'Uh. . .' Izzy cast around in her mind for a good excuse. 'A friend recommended you?' she suggested lamely. Hawkeye stared at Izzy, and she moved around uncomfortably, until she moved her leg the wrong way.
'You alright?' Hawkeye asked when she cried out in pain.
'My leg hurts like hell,' Izzy said.
'Fitting. This is hell,' Hawkeye said.
'Am I really in Korea?' Izzy asked.
'Where did you think you were?' Hawkeye asked.
'Sydney,' Izzy replied. Hawkeye looked blank. 'Uh, you know? Australia?' Izzy continued.
'I know, I'm just trying to think how you could have got from Australia to here without your knowing,' Hawkeye said.
'Sure you were,' Izzy muttered. 'When will I be better?' she asked out loud.
'A while,' Hawkeye replied. 'But we don't really know what to do with you. You have no dog tags, or any identification. Heck, you're not even in uniform!'
'Yeah, well,' Izzy felt uncomfortable again. Hawkeye shook his head and stood up.
'Get some sleep,' he said. 'A few of the other doctors will be dropping in on you now and then.' Hawkeye walked towards the big double doors which Izzy knew led outside. She stared up at the canvas roof and began to doze off. Korea, of all places. . .
'I've been hit by a car and taken to hospital. I wasn't really operated on by Hawkeye Pierce, he's just a TV character. It was all a hallucination, but I'm fine now,' Izzy told herself. Someone walked up to her bed and stood beside her. Izzy opened her eyes slowly to see a tall, dark haired man reading a chart. There was no doubt about it, he was Hawkeye Pierce. But how? M*A*S*H was just a TV show!
'Oh, you're awake. I was a little worried. You were hit by a jeep, you know,' he said, sitting on the empty army cot beside her.
'Where am I?' Izzy asked, realizing her ribs, leg and head still hurt like crazy.
'4077 MASH. Best MASH unit in Korea,' Hawkeye said. Izzy laughed, even though it felt like her ribs were being ripped out slowly.
'No, really, where am I?' she asked.
'You're in Korea,' Hawkeye told her, looking concerned. 'Maybe you landed on your head just a little too hard. Would you like to see a psychiatrist?'
'Uh, no thanks,' Izzy replied, looking around. Maybe this wasn't a joke. Maybe she was really in Korea.
'May I ask you a question?' Hawkeye asked.
'Yeah, ok,' Izzy said, staring around. They were in the Post-op tent, and she was on the far wall, about in the middle. There weren't many other people in the tent, so she figured everyone else must be right enough to walk to the Mess tent, or back to the front.
'How did you know my name?' Hawkeye asked.
'Uh. . .' Izzy cast around in her mind for a good excuse. 'A friend recommended you?' she suggested lamely. Hawkeye stared at Izzy, and she moved around uncomfortably, until she moved her leg the wrong way.
'You alright?' Hawkeye asked when she cried out in pain.
'My leg hurts like hell,' Izzy said.
'Fitting. This is hell,' Hawkeye said.
'Am I really in Korea?' Izzy asked.
'Where did you think you were?' Hawkeye asked.
'Sydney,' Izzy replied. Hawkeye looked blank. 'Uh, you know? Australia?' Izzy continued.
'I know, I'm just trying to think how you could have got from Australia to here without your knowing,' Hawkeye said.
'Sure you were,' Izzy muttered. 'When will I be better?' she asked out loud.
'A while,' Hawkeye replied. 'But we don't really know what to do with you. You have no dog tags, or any identification. Heck, you're not even in uniform!'
'Yeah, well,' Izzy felt uncomfortable again. Hawkeye shook his head and stood up.
'Get some sleep,' he said. 'A few of the other doctors will be dropping in on you now and then.' Hawkeye walked towards the big double doors which Izzy knew led outside. She stared up at the canvas roof and began to doze off. Korea, of all places. . .