Potter went to Post op to see Izzy himself.
'You alright?' he asked Izzy.
'I suppose. My head, side and leg hurt, but other than that, I feel alright,' Izzy said.
'You're lucky you weren't killed,' Potter said, sitting on the cot beside her.
'I know,' she replied.
'BJ told me you wanted to stay here, help out,' Potter said. Izzy looked hopeful, and the Colonel almost felt sorry to have to turn her away. 'We're sending you home,' he said.
'I don't have a home, did BJ tell you that?' Izzy asked quickly.
'He did. We're still sending you home,' Potter said. Klinger ran into Post op, now in fatigues.
'Excuse me? Where am I?' he asked, looking thoroughly confused. 'I was walking down main street, and then I found myself here. What happened?'
'KLINGER!' Potter roared, making Izzy and a few other people jump. Klinger stood there unfazed.
'Yes?' he asked.
'Either get back into a dress or stop pretending to not know where you are,' Potter said before getting up and leaving. Klinger's expression didn't change until Potter had left Post op.
'Damn. I thought that would get me out. No offense to you, kid,' Klinger said, quickly looking at Izzy.
'It's ok. I think I heard someone mention a guy trying to get out on a section eight,' Izzy said.
'You really can't remember how you got to Korea?' Klinger asked. Izzy shook her head.
'I don't care that I'm now here, mind you, but it'd be nice to know how it happened,' she said. Izzy grinned. Klinger, one of the funniest characters other than Hawkeye. 'You're good at playing crazy,' she said.
'Not good enough,' Klinger said mournfully.
'If I were Colonel, I would probably would had sent you home ages ago,' Izzy said sincerely. Klinger half smiled.
'Thanks for trying to cheer me up,' he said.
'No, really, I would,' Izzy insisted. Klinger sat down where the Colonel had been.
'I saw the skirt you were wearing,' he said. 'Do you think you could tell me where you got it?'
'Well, I don't think you'd be able to get it,' Izzy said. She'd bought it cheap at Target.
'Oh.' Klinger's face fell.
'I'll tell you what,' Izzy said. 'You get me some fatigues, and I'll give you the skirt. And my sandals if you get me some socks and boots.' Klinger looked thoughtful for a while.
'Alright, but you only came in with one sandal,' Klinger said. 'I'll get you the uniform for the skirt.'
'Agreed,' Izzy grinned.
'You alright?' he asked Izzy.
'I suppose. My head, side and leg hurt, but other than that, I feel alright,' Izzy said.
'You're lucky you weren't killed,' Potter said, sitting on the cot beside her.
'I know,' she replied.
'BJ told me you wanted to stay here, help out,' Potter said. Izzy looked hopeful, and the Colonel almost felt sorry to have to turn her away. 'We're sending you home,' he said.
'I don't have a home, did BJ tell you that?' Izzy asked quickly.
'He did. We're still sending you home,' Potter said. Klinger ran into Post op, now in fatigues.
'Excuse me? Where am I?' he asked, looking thoroughly confused. 'I was walking down main street, and then I found myself here. What happened?'
'KLINGER!' Potter roared, making Izzy and a few other people jump. Klinger stood there unfazed.
'Yes?' he asked.
'Either get back into a dress or stop pretending to not know where you are,' Potter said before getting up and leaving. Klinger's expression didn't change until Potter had left Post op.
'Damn. I thought that would get me out. No offense to you, kid,' Klinger said, quickly looking at Izzy.
'It's ok. I think I heard someone mention a guy trying to get out on a section eight,' Izzy said.
'You really can't remember how you got to Korea?' Klinger asked. Izzy shook her head.
'I don't care that I'm now here, mind you, but it'd be nice to know how it happened,' she said. Izzy grinned. Klinger, one of the funniest characters other than Hawkeye. 'You're good at playing crazy,' she said.
'Not good enough,' Klinger said mournfully.
'If I were Colonel, I would probably would had sent you home ages ago,' Izzy said sincerely. Klinger half smiled.
'Thanks for trying to cheer me up,' he said.
'No, really, I would,' Izzy insisted. Klinger sat down where the Colonel had been.
'I saw the skirt you were wearing,' he said. 'Do you think you could tell me where you got it?'
'Well, I don't think you'd be able to get it,' Izzy said. She'd bought it cheap at Target.
'Oh.' Klinger's face fell.
'I'll tell you what,' Izzy said. 'You get me some fatigues, and I'll give you the skirt. And my sandals if you get me some socks and boots.' Klinger looked thoughtful for a while.
'Alright, but you only came in with one sandal,' Klinger said. 'I'll get you the uniform for the skirt.'
'Agreed,' Izzy grinned.