'Hawkeye? Are you awake?'
Hawkeye muttered something and rolled over.
'Hawkeye!'
'Uhhh. . .'
'Wake up,' Izzy said, switching on the light above Hawkeye's head. The man threw and arm over his eyes to keep the light out of them.
'Whoever that is better turn that light off right now, or they'll be spending the rest of the war in North Korea,' Hawkeye said.
'Shh. It's me,' Izzy said. Hawkeye sat up hurriedly.
'Izzy?' he asked.
'Sorry for waking you up. I should know you need more than twelve hours of sleep,' Izzy said.
'I haven't been asleep for. . .' Hawkeye glanced at his watch. 'Oh. Maybe I have been asleep for a little too long.'
'I need to talk to you,' Izzy said.
'You do realise it's two in the morning?' Hawkeye said.
'Less chance of us waking BJ and Frank up,' Izzy said. Also, maybe you'll be too tired to get angry at me for reading that letter, Izzy thought to herself.
'What's the matter?' Hawkeye asked.
'Uh, you know that book on your footlocker?' Izzy asked. Hawkeye woke up fully.
'What?' he asked urgently. 'My father gave me that book. Nothing happened to it, did it?'
'No, the book's fine. I, uh, picked it up the other day while you were in surgery, and a letter fell out of it. I kinda read it,' Izzy said.
'You read it?' Hawkeye asked.
'I knew you would be mad. I'll go sleep out in the rain now if you want,' Izzy said.
'I'm not mad. Well, I am, but not as mad if it had been someone else,' Hawkeye said, pulling Izzy back down as she went to stand up.
'I'm sorry I read it,' Izzy said.
'I suppose you want to know who Trapper is,' Hawkeye asked. Izzy shook her head.
'You don't have to tell me. He was your tent mate before BJ came,' Izzy said.
'How'd you know that?' Hawkeye asked.
Oops.
'It was written in the letter,' Izzy said, suddenly remembering. 'Where's the letter now? Or did you burn it like you were going to?'
'Yeah, I burnt it,' Hawkeye admitted.
'You should write to him,' Izzy said.
'I've tried,' Hawkeye said. 'It gets harder every letter.'
'How about you ask Radar to patch a call through for you?' Izzy asked. 'Or send him a telegram.'
'I don't know,' Hawkeye said. 'Maybe I'll drop in on him in the States when the war is over, or when I go home, whichever comes first.'
'I'm sorry I read it,' Izzy said. 'Your letter was none of my business.'
'Don't worry about it. I've forgiven you,' Hawkeye said. 'Next time, though, don't wake me up at two o'clock just to tell me you read it.' Izzy grinned, blushing with embarrassment.
'Sorry,' she said, getting up and climbing into her cot. Hawkeye turned his light out and Izzy was asleep in minutes.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Yay, the tennis is over next week! This means M*A*S*H is back on TV where I live. I think I'm a little M*A*S*H deprived at the moment; a few nights ago, I dreamt I joined the army. . .
Hawkeye muttered something and rolled over.
'Hawkeye!'
'Uhhh. . .'
'Wake up,' Izzy said, switching on the light above Hawkeye's head. The man threw and arm over his eyes to keep the light out of them.
'Whoever that is better turn that light off right now, or they'll be spending the rest of the war in North Korea,' Hawkeye said.
'Shh. It's me,' Izzy said. Hawkeye sat up hurriedly.
'Izzy?' he asked.
'Sorry for waking you up. I should know you need more than twelve hours of sleep,' Izzy said.
'I haven't been asleep for. . .' Hawkeye glanced at his watch. 'Oh. Maybe I have been asleep for a little too long.'
'I need to talk to you,' Izzy said.
'You do realise it's two in the morning?' Hawkeye said.
'Less chance of us waking BJ and Frank up,' Izzy said. Also, maybe you'll be too tired to get angry at me for reading that letter, Izzy thought to herself.
'What's the matter?' Hawkeye asked.
'Uh, you know that book on your footlocker?' Izzy asked. Hawkeye woke up fully.
'What?' he asked urgently. 'My father gave me that book. Nothing happened to it, did it?'
'No, the book's fine. I, uh, picked it up the other day while you were in surgery, and a letter fell out of it. I kinda read it,' Izzy said.
'You read it?' Hawkeye asked.
'I knew you would be mad. I'll go sleep out in the rain now if you want,' Izzy said.
'I'm not mad. Well, I am, but not as mad if it had been someone else,' Hawkeye said, pulling Izzy back down as she went to stand up.
'I'm sorry I read it,' Izzy said.
'I suppose you want to know who Trapper is,' Hawkeye asked. Izzy shook her head.
'You don't have to tell me. He was your tent mate before BJ came,' Izzy said.
'How'd you know that?' Hawkeye asked.
Oops.
'It was written in the letter,' Izzy said, suddenly remembering. 'Where's the letter now? Or did you burn it like you were going to?'
'Yeah, I burnt it,' Hawkeye admitted.
'You should write to him,' Izzy said.
'I've tried,' Hawkeye said. 'It gets harder every letter.'
'How about you ask Radar to patch a call through for you?' Izzy asked. 'Or send him a telegram.'
'I don't know,' Hawkeye said. 'Maybe I'll drop in on him in the States when the war is over, or when I go home, whichever comes first.'
'I'm sorry I read it,' Izzy said. 'Your letter was none of my business.'
'Don't worry about it. I've forgiven you,' Hawkeye said. 'Next time, though, don't wake me up at two o'clock just to tell me you read it.' Izzy grinned, blushing with embarrassment.
'Sorry,' she said, getting up and climbing into her cot. Hawkeye turned his light out and Izzy was asleep in minutes.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Yay, the tennis is over next week! This means M*A*S*H is back on TV where I live. I think I'm a little M*A*S*H deprived at the moment; a few nights ago, I dreamt I joined the army. . .