Izzy knew that her mind had made up the scenario in Sydney. She had more
sense than to believe there was even the slightest chance of her seeing
Hawkeye ever again.
Which is why she chose the Korean door.
Izzy's eyes shot open and she gasped for air.
'Izzy,' Hawkeye said thankfully, looking pale and worried.
'It's a miracle,' Margaret said to on one in particular.
'What?' Izzy half gasped.
'You stoped breathing. We thought we'd lost you,' BJ said. Izzy glanced around quickly. One of those black resuscitation bags was on the ground beside her, and there were people collecting around her, but she ignored them.
'I think I need to lay down,' she said, feeling slightly sick.
'Come on.' Hawkeye helped her up and kept close to her, as if to protect her from everyone. Izzy leant gratefully against him as he led her to her tent. No one followed the two on instructions from BJ.
Hawkeye eased Izzy onto her cot and sat on her footlocker.
'Izzy, I'm sorry,' he said after a while. The girl looked up, a little startled, but Hawkeye went on. 'I shouldn't have gone off like that, it was stupid. If it kept you alive, then stealing was ok, I suppose,' he said. Izzy opened her mouth, but Hawkeye stopped her by holding up a hand. 'I guess it was a shock to hear it, even though I'd know you'd been kicked out of home and unable to get a job. It was probably obvious to everyone else that you stole for a living, except me. It's my fault you almost died.'
'Hawkeye, it doesn't matter. What's done is done. I don't hate you for how you reacted. If there was someone I loved like how you love me, and I found they did something like that, I'd probably be hurt and yell at them as well. But don't beat yourself over it. It wasn't your fault,' Izzy said. Hawkeye looked up at Izzy and he moved forward and hugged her.
'Thanks Izzy,' he whispered in her ear.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Izzy woke up later on, to find flowers at the end of her cot. They were weeds, sure, but they were still pretty. She wasn't sure who left them, but she was almost positive it was Hawkeye. Felling a little dizzy still, Izzy considered staying in bed, but decided that she had to talk to Hawkeye, no matter what. Getting up, she staggered to the door and opened it. Outside, it was starting to darken, and Izzy paused to wonder how long she'd been asleep. No-one seemed to be around, so she headed towards the Officer's club. That was empty too. It suddenly hit her that she'd heard choppers earlier, and everyone was probably still in OR. She began walking towards the building, feeling a little unwell at the blood stained dirt under her feet. Yep, wounded had definitely come in recently. She grabbed a mask outside the OR, put it around her head, and went in.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Considering the time Izzy had spent in Korea, this was her second time in the OR where she wasn't a patient. The white doctors were all hunched over their separate patients, and none of them noticed the girl come in. Izzy cleared her throat, making everyone look up.
'Izzy?' Hawkeye asked, glancing back down at his patient. 'What are you doing here?'
'I'm here to help,' Izzy replied, feeling the blood draining from her face as some corpsmen took a body away.
'Well, we're almost finished, Izzy. Appreciate the offer, though,' Potter replied. Izzy nodded, almost grateful.
'I'll be in the Swamp,' she said, turning to leave.
'Wait a minute, Izzy. How many more, Margaret?' Hawkeye asked.
'Just one more,' the head nurse replied.
'I'll handle it, Hawk, you go clean up,' BJ replied. Hawkeye nodded, and followed Izzy out. Izzy breathed out a sigh of relief as Hawkeye took his surgical gown off, and pulled his jacket on.
'Why'd you really come to OR?' Hawkeye asked, holding the door open for Izzy.
'I wanted to tell you the truth,' Izzy replied. Hawkeye opened his mouth, but decided against saying anything. Quietly, they headed to Izzy's tent.
'Hawkeye... I have to finish telling you the truth. Finish telling you what I tired to tell you this morning, before... well, anyway,' Izzy said, stumbling on her own words. Hawkeye nodded, all his attention on the girl. Izzy bit her lip, took a few deep breaths and tried again.
'Hawkeye, I'm not from this time.'
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Kooshball Note: Wow, I can't believe how many people I had worried! From here, I can almost hear the sighs of relief that came from all around the world as everyone realised Izzy chose the Korea door.
LadyoftheLlamas, it's good to see you didn't sic your computer-programming- ninjas-who-ride-llamas-who-wear-paint-brushes (the llamas, not the ninjas). They would have made it difficult for me to concentrate on this chapter!
Which is why she chose the Korean door.
Izzy's eyes shot open and she gasped for air.
'Izzy,' Hawkeye said thankfully, looking pale and worried.
'It's a miracle,' Margaret said to on one in particular.
'What?' Izzy half gasped.
'You stoped breathing. We thought we'd lost you,' BJ said. Izzy glanced around quickly. One of those black resuscitation bags was on the ground beside her, and there were people collecting around her, but she ignored them.
'I think I need to lay down,' she said, feeling slightly sick.
'Come on.' Hawkeye helped her up and kept close to her, as if to protect her from everyone. Izzy leant gratefully against him as he led her to her tent. No one followed the two on instructions from BJ.
Hawkeye eased Izzy onto her cot and sat on her footlocker.
'Izzy, I'm sorry,' he said after a while. The girl looked up, a little startled, but Hawkeye went on. 'I shouldn't have gone off like that, it was stupid. If it kept you alive, then stealing was ok, I suppose,' he said. Izzy opened her mouth, but Hawkeye stopped her by holding up a hand. 'I guess it was a shock to hear it, even though I'd know you'd been kicked out of home and unable to get a job. It was probably obvious to everyone else that you stole for a living, except me. It's my fault you almost died.'
'Hawkeye, it doesn't matter. What's done is done. I don't hate you for how you reacted. If there was someone I loved like how you love me, and I found they did something like that, I'd probably be hurt and yell at them as well. But don't beat yourself over it. It wasn't your fault,' Izzy said. Hawkeye looked up at Izzy and he moved forward and hugged her.
'Thanks Izzy,' he whispered in her ear.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Izzy woke up later on, to find flowers at the end of her cot. They were weeds, sure, but they were still pretty. She wasn't sure who left them, but she was almost positive it was Hawkeye. Felling a little dizzy still, Izzy considered staying in bed, but decided that she had to talk to Hawkeye, no matter what. Getting up, she staggered to the door and opened it. Outside, it was starting to darken, and Izzy paused to wonder how long she'd been asleep. No-one seemed to be around, so she headed towards the Officer's club. That was empty too. It suddenly hit her that she'd heard choppers earlier, and everyone was probably still in OR. She began walking towards the building, feeling a little unwell at the blood stained dirt under her feet. Yep, wounded had definitely come in recently. She grabbed a mask outside the OR, put it around her head, and went in.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Considering the time Izzy had spent in Korea, this was her second time in the OR where she wasn't a patient. The white doctors were all hunched over their separate patients, and none of them noticed the girl come in. Izzy cleared her throat, making everyone look up.
'Izzy?' Hawkeye asked, glancing back down at his patient. 'What are you doing here?'
'I'm here to help,' Izzy replied, feeling the blood draining from her face as some corpsmen took a body away.
'Well, we're almost finished, Izzy. Appreciate the offer, though,' Potter replied. Izzy nodded, almost grateful.
'I'll be in the Swamp,' she said, turning to leave.
'Wait a minute, Izzy. How many more, Margaret?' Hawkeye asked.
'Just one more,' the head nurse replied.
'I'll handle it, Hawk, you go clean up,' BJ replied. Hawkeye nodded, and followed Izzy out. Izzy breathed out a sigh of relief as Hawkeye took his surgical gown off, and pulled his jacket on.
'Why'd you really come to OR?' Hawkeye asked, holding the door open for Izzy.
'I wanted to tell you the truth,' Izzy replied. Hawkeye opened his mouth, but decided against saying anything. Quietly, they headed to Izzy's tent.
'Hawkeye... I have to finish telling you the truth. Finish telling you what I tired to tell you this morning, before... well, anyway,' Izzy said, stumbling on her own words. Hawkeye nodded, all his attention on the girl. Izzy bit her lip, took a few deep breaths and tried again.
'Hawkeye, I'm not from this time.'
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Kooshball Note: Wow, I can't believe how many people I had worried! From here, I can almost hear the sighs of relief that came from all around the world as everyone realised Izzy chose the Korea door.
LadyoftheLlamas, it's good to see you didn't sic your computer-programming- ninjas-who-ride-llamas-who-wear-paint-brushes (the llamas, not the ninjas). They would have made it difficult for me to concentrate on this chapter!