A/N Hi, this is my first story. I hope you like it. I'm looking for a beta so if you can help me let me know!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (as much as I'd like to) but the story is mine.
Enjoy!!
Chapter 1
It was a cold day at the 4077th, there was heavy wounded and everyone (including Igor) was helping out. But it wasn't your typical OR session.
Everything was quiet; all you could hear was the clanging of the surgical instruments. Hawkeye had gone strangely silent. He was operating on a Korean boy. He couldn't have been more than 12. Margaret was assisting. Every once in a while she gave him a concerning glance but every one went unnoticed. Hawkeye never spoke except to ask for an instrument. He seemed to be in a daze. Margaret knew something was up. She decided to have a word with him when they'd finished.
After 19 hours of surgery, Margaret tried to get some hint of what was wrong with him. He just said nothing. Not even to BJ or Potter. He didn't even make his usual joke to Radar as he passed him in the compound. He just walked back to the swamp, still in a daze, and laid in his cot.
That evening, after Hawkeye was asleep, Margaret called everyone to her tent. There was BJ, Col. Potter, Radar, Klinger and Father Mulcahy. Everyone was very concerned, no-one had ever seen him like that before, not even when Henry died or Trapper left. Margaret had a feeling his actions had something to do with a letter that Hawkeye had received that morning.. She hadn't read it and neither had the others. It wasn't from anywhere they recognised (even Hawkeye didn't know what it was). They all knew it was something major. When they all sat there you could see a small tear falling from Radar's face. They all picked up on this. Potter went and sat beside him and gently said "What's wrong Son?"
A soft shakey voice replied "What if he's not fighting anymore? Maybe he's just given up; maybe he can't hide behind the jokes anymore. W…….W…….What if…….." Radar stopped. His face was covered with the tears streaming down from his eyes. He wasn't the only one. None of them had a dry eye. They just sat in the tent in silence, much as it was earlier in the OR. Then the silence was suddenly broken by a loud scream coming from the swamp. They all raced there to find Hawkeye laying in his cot shaking, covered in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his face. From that point on they all knew something major had to be done, quickly.