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It was a warm August day down at the 4077th M*A*S*H*. The doctors have just gotten out of a long run of surgery, and were sleeping in their tents. The sun was just beginning to set over the unit, and all was quiet until shots were heard. All of the doctors were wide awake as the first shot was heard.
"What the hell was that?" BJ asked alarmed.
"It wasn't my alarm clock, that's for sure. I set it for half past the wars end." Hawkeye said, also sitting up.
"That sounded like." Charles begins, but is cut off by another couple of shots and the PA system.
"Attention, all personal, shots in the compound! Look's like we got sniper trouble! Best if everyone keeps low until he stops! That is all."
"There you have it, it's a sniper." He says getting up and pulling the sides down on their tent.
"What are we going to do about it?" BJ asks.
"We let Radar handle it." Hawkeye says lying back down on his cot. "And duck."
"That's all?" Charles says.
"Yup." Hawkeye says, rolling over and trying to go back to sleep.
Neither Charles nor BJ have ever been through a sniper attack, so they are quite nervous. They put on a strong front, but in real life, they are just as scared as Hawkeye and Trapper were their first time.
"Attention, All personal, incoming wounded."
"Now what!" Charles asks, keeping low in his tent.
"We pray." Hawkeye says, grabbing his soldier's helmet, as the others do the same, and make a run for triage. "Stay behind the jeep and you should be alright. Move quickly and get the patients inside." He says, dodging the bullets.
"This is insane!" BJ says, as they get behind the jeep. "We're doctors, not soldiers."
"What are we doing about this shooting Colonel?" Charles asks in a nervous manor.
"Radar says that he can't get through to HQ yet, but he'll continue trying." Potter says, looking over the fallen men.
"Leave it to HQ!" Hawkeye says sarcastically. "The last time this happened it took almost a day to get someone out here."
"Well, let's hope that doesn't happen this time." Potter says.
The shooting continues, and the wounded keep on coming in. One of the jeeps gets shot as it comes into the compound. Hawkeye runs quickly to the wounded jeep driver, and swings open the door. "Are you shot?"
"HAWKEYE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Potter shouts to him as he watches his chief surgeon run into the line of fire with nothing to cover him. "PIERCE! GET BACK HERE!"
Hawkeye didn't listen; he just keeps on looking over the wounded soldier.
"It's my shoulder Doc." The driver says, as he winces in pain. Hawkeye checks on his condition of his shoulder and sees that it is gushing blood. It had to have nicked an artery.
"Just relax, and we'll get you into pre-op, alright?" Hawkeye asks, helping the driver out of the ambulance. They keep low to the ground and head over to where the others are standing, suddenly a shot is heard, and Hawkeye pushes the ambulance driver down to the ground, but not before the bullet goes through his back. He yells and winces in pain but knows that he must keep going. "Come on, hurry up!" He says to the wounded driver, lifting him and helping him run to safety
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Potter says yelling at Pierce, but checking over the patient. His blood could not be seen in the darkness that was threatening to fall. While Potter checked the boy over, Hawkeye got right back up and ran back to the ambulance to see who else was in there that he could help. He could barely feel the pain in his back, but he could feel himself growing weaker though. He opens the back doors and says, "Are you alright?" He saw a young boy with a chest wound.
"It's hard to breath Doc." The boy says through labored breaths.
"I'm gonna get you out of here. Don't worry." He says, gently picking the boy up, still trying to ignore the pain in his back. No sooner did he get off the Ambulance, he felt another searing pain, this time through his gut, but he kept going. He could feel the blood pouring out of him now, and mixing with the young boys clothing. He gets behind the jeep parked out front of Post Op and lays the boy down on an empty stretcher, stood up and leaned against the ambulance, with his hand over his stomach, "Get him to Pre-Op pronto!" He calls to the Corpsmen.
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Margaret says, coming over and yelling at him. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT COLD HAVE HAPPENED TO." Her voice trailed off as she saw how pale he had gotten. "Hawkeye are you alright?"
"Margaret." He says, sliding down the ambulance to the dirty ground. He could take the pain no longer, and was finding himself growing very tired.
"Oh my god!" She says, as she sees the dark stain appear on the ambulance as his body fell to the ground. She pulled off his olive green army jacket to reveal two gunshot wounds. "BJ!" She screams to him, but he is already in the scrub room. "Someone get a Doctor over here!"
Klinger quickly runs over to the distraught Major to see what's wrong, "Major what is.. HOLY TOLEDO!" He says as he sees the Captain on the ground.
"Go get Hunnicut! Hurry up!" She says, placing her hand on his back to slow down the bleeding, leaning his body against hers. "You'll be fine Pierce we're going to get you some help. Just, stay with me Hawkeye, please stay with me." She could feel his breathing become quite ragged, but also slower as she sits with him and awaits help.
Klinger runs into the scrub room, "BJ! You've got to come quick!" He says out of breath.
"What is it?" BJ asks.
"It's Hawkeye. He's been shot!" No sooner than the words left his mouth was BJ out next to his fallen friend.
"Hawk." He says, pushing Margaret aside, lying him down on the stretcher.
"Beej." Hawkeye says in a quiet voice, trying to stay conscious.
"Where were you shot?" He asked, trying to keep him awake, but not really needing to know.
"My back, and my gut." He says, taking labored breaths. "I think it got my heart Beej." BJ rips open his T-shirt and rolls him gently to his side, but still causing him to groan in pain, seeing where the entrance hole was, and sure enough it was right where his heart would be. "Alright, hold on pal. We're going to fix you up." He says, as Father Mulcahy and Klinger come to take the stretcher into the OR.
"Don't bother." Hawkeye said to him. "I'm not going to make it BJ. Help the kid, I'm done."
"What the hell do you mean? Of course you're going to make it!" BJ shouts at him angrily.
"I'm a doctor too, and I know." He says, trying to get him to understand, "The kid needs you, please go help.."
"Bull Shit Hawkeye! You are going make it! Just stay with me! I'll fix you up."
"BJ." He says, in a quiet raspy tone.
"I don't want to hear it Hawkeye, save your strength! You'll be fine. I'll be right in." He says, going to scrub up.
In the OR, Potter walks up to Pierce and looks him over. "I lost a lot of blood Colonel." Hawkeye says trying to stay awake. "It hit my heart. I don't know about the other one, but I know the first one hit my heart." He says, babbling. "Please, help the kid."
"We are Hawkeye. Charles is working on him now." He says opening up his shirt and has to keep from gasping.
"Is he going to be ok?" Hawkeye asks, coughing.
"He'll be fine Pierce." Charles says, looking up at him quickly.
"It's my heart. please. Colonel. others can be."
"I know where it hit son, but you'll be fine." He says, quite sure of himself that his young cutter will pull through. He then sees the dark blood, almost a black color oozing out of his belly wound and instantly knew it was his liver. "You'll be fine." He says again, this time not as sure of himself. BJ comes into the room and calls for gloves. "Hunnicut, are you alright to operate on him?"
"Yes sir." He says as he looks at his friend.
"Margaret, go assist BJ." Potter says to her, knowing that she would have not had it any other way.
"Yes sir." She says walking over to BJ.
"Don't waste your time on." Hawkeye starts but cant finish.
"We aren't wasting our time. You are going to pull through Hawkeye." BJ says to him. "Put him under."
"WAIT!" Hawkeye says, quickly, "My will, my will is in my foot locker."
"You won't need that."
"Just incase, please.."
"Alright Hawkeye, Alright." BJ says, trying to hold back his emotions. "I need to put you under to see what we have alright?"
"Yes." He says, as he watches them put the mask over his face. "Goodbye." He says, looking at BJ and Margaret right before he goes under.
"Alright." BJ says, starting to cut him open. "Let's see what we have." He looks at the pictures of Hawk's chest and stomach, and sees that it is far worse than he had though.
"What do you have BJ?" Charles asks, full of concern for his fallen bunkmate.
"It hit his heart and liver." He says in a shaky voice. He clears his throat and says, "Scalpel."
"Scalpel." Margaret repeats him, handing him the instruments.
"Suction." He says.
"Suction." Margaret says, making sure the blood is cleared so BJ can work.
"Retract that Margaret." He says, as he works to looking at his heart, pulling shrapnel out. "Oh my god." He says. "His Aorta. it's torn. I need a graph."
"We don't have one that big Doctor." Margaret says, her face going pale.
"You could wait and see if another soldier is mortally wounded." Mulcahy says before adding in and blessing himself, "God forbid."
"We don't have time to wait and see if some other young guy dies! I have to try and sew it up without one." He says. "How's he doing?"
"BP is fine, so is his pulse."
"Give me a clamp Margaret." He says to the distraught nurse.
"Clamp." She says, shakily handing him the clamp, not taking her eyes off of what BJ is doing.
BJ tries to work against the clock, patching his buddy up as best as he could, sweat pouring off of his face. The entire operating room was silent, except for the names of the instruments needed. He gets the aorta fixed, or at least he thinks he does and moves down to the liver. No sooner did he begin to sew he hears,
"Blood Pressure's dropping doctor."
"What's it at?"
"90 over 60. You better hurry up."
"Shit." He says. "Don't you dare give up Hawkeye don't you dare!"
"Still dropping."
"SHUT UP!" BJ screams at the gas passer. "I'm not going to lose him."
"I lost the pulse." He says. Father Mulcahy walks up too Hawkeye and blesses him, saying a few quiet words to their fallen friend.
"Give me adrenaline!" BJ says, as Margaret hands it to him quickly.
"Nothing."
Immediately, BJ starts open heart massages. "Dammit Hawkeye! Come on!"
"Nothing." BJ continues, and the gas passer just shakes his head. "Don't you dare give up on me Hawkeye."
"BJ." Potter says, coming over to him.
"Get away from him." BJ says, continuing the massage.
"He's gone." The anesthesiologist says, taking off his stethoscope. "He's gone."
"BJ." Potter says, fighting back the tears as he looks at the young surgeons body lying on the metal table.
"I know. God dammit I know!" He says, hanging his head. He takes a deep breath and says, "Time of death, 10:06pm" He then takes his hands out of his friends' lifeless body, he looks at him one more time before covering his face with the sheet, and he then looks at Margaret who has tears in her eyes. He almost loses it too, but quickly takes in a deep breath and says, "Next Patient."
"BJ why don't you take a break." Potter says to him.
"I'm fine. I said next patient! Let's go!" He calls out. "How's the boy Hawk went in after?"
"He's gonna make it." Charles says to BJ.
"Good." BJ says, and that was the last conversation that was heard.
The rest of surgery was spent in silence. Occasionally you would hear a sniffle or a slight whimper from one of the personal, but that was it. The real pain would start when reality set in.
*****
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Thanks a lot!
*STARY*
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It was a warm August day down at the 4077th M*A*S*H*. The doctors have just gotten out of a long run of surgery, and were sleeping in their tents. The sun was just beginning to set over the unit, and all was quiet until shots were heard. All of the doctors were wide awake as the first shot was heard.
"What the hell was that?" BJ asked alarmed.
"It wasn't my alarm clock, that's for sure. I set it for half past the wars end." Hawkeye said, also sitting up.
"That sounded like." Charles begins, but is cut off by another couple of shots and the PA system.
"Attention, all personal, shots in the compound! Look's like we got sniper trouble! Best if everyone keeps low until he stops! That is all."
"There you have it, it's a sniper." He says getting up and pulling the sides down on their tent.
"What are we going to do about it?" BJ asks.
"We let Radar handle it." Hawkeye says lying back down on his cot. "And duck."
"That's all?" Charles says.
"Yup." Hawkeye says, rolling over and trying to go back to sleep.
Neither Charles nor BJ have ever been through a sniper attack, so they are quite nervous. They put on a strong front, but in real life, they are just as scared as Hawkeye and Trapper were their first time.
"Attention, All personal, incoming wounded."
"Now what!" Charles asks, keeping low in his tent.
"We pray." Hawkeye says, grabbing his soldier's helmet, as the others do the same, and make a run for triage. "Stay behind the jeep and you should be alright. Move quickly and get the patients inside." He says, dodging the bullets.
"This is insane!" BJ says, as they get behind the jeep. "We're doctors, not soldiers."
"What are we doing about this shooting Colonel?" Charles asks in a nervous manor.
"Radar says that he can't get through to HQ yet, but he'll continue trying." Potter says, looking over the fallen men.
"Leave it to HQ!" Hawkeye says sarcastically. "The last time this happened it took almost a day to get someone out here."
"Well, let's hope that doesn't happen this time." Potter says.
The shooting continues, and the wounded keep on coming in. One of the jeeps gets shot as it comes into the compound. Hawkeye runs quickly to the wounded jeep driver, and swings open the door. "Are you shot?"
"HAWKEYE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Potter shouts to him as he watches his chief surgeon run into the line of fire with nothing to cover him. "PIERCE! GET BACK HERE!"
Hawkeye didn't listen; he just keeps on looking over the wounded soldier.
"It's my shoulder Doc." The driver says, as he winces in pain. Hawkeye checks on his condition of his shoulder and sees that it is gushing blood. It had to have nicked an artery.
"Just relax, and we'll get you into pre-op, alright?" Hawkeye asks, helping the driver out of the ambulance. They keep low to the ground and head over to where the others are standing, suddenly a shot is heard, and Hawkeye pushes the ambulance driver down to the ground, but not before the bullet goes through his back. He yells and winces in pain but knows that he must keep going. "Come on, hurry up!" He says to the wounded driver, lifting him and helping him run to safety
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Potter says yelling at Pierce, but checking over the patient. His blood could not be seen in the darkness that was threatening to fall. While Potter checked the boy over, Hawkeye got right back up and ran back to the ambulance to see who else was in there that he could help. He could barely feel the pain in his back, but he could feel himself growing weaker though. He opens the back doors and says, "Are you alright?" He saw a young boy with a chest wound.
"It's hard to breath Doc." The boy says through labored breaths.
"I'm gonna get you out of here. Don't worry." He says, gently picking the boy up, still trying to ignore the pain in his back. No sooner did he get off the Ambulance, he felt another searing pain, this time through his gut, but he kept going. He could feel the blood pouring out of him now, and mixing with the young boys clothing. He gets behind the jeep parked out front of Post Op and lays the boy down on an empty stretcher, stood up and leaned against the ambulance, with his hand over his stomach, "Get him to Pre-Op pronto!" He calls to the Corpsmen.
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Margaret says, coming over and yelling at him. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT COLD HAVE HAPPENED TO." Her voice trailed off as she saw how pale he had gotten. "Hawkeye are you alright?"
"Margaret." He says, sliding down the ambulance to the dirty ground. He could take the pain no longer, and was finding himself growing very tired.
"Oh my god!" She says, as she sees the dark stain appear on the ambulance as his body fell to the ground. She pulled off his olive green army jacket to reveal two gunshot wounds. "BJ!" She screams to him, but he is already in the scrub room. "Someone get a Doctor over here!"
Klinger quickly runs over to the distraught Major to see what's wrong, "Major what is.. HOLY TOLEDO!" He says as he sees the Captain on the ground.
"Go get Hunnicut! Hurry up!" She says, placing her hand on his back to slow down the bleeding, leaning his body against hers. "You'll be fine Pierce we're going to get you some help. Just, stay with me Hawkeye, please stay with me." She could feel his breathing become quite ragged, but also slower as she sits with him and awaits help.
Klinger runs into the scrub room, "BJ! You've got to come quick!" He says out of breath.
"What is it?" BJ asks.
"It's Hawkeye. He's been shot!" No sooner than the words left his mouth was BJ out next to his fallen friend.
"Hawk." He says, pushing Margaret aside, lying him down on the stretcher.
"Beej." Hawkeye says in a quiet voice, trying to stay conscious.
"Where were you shot?" He asked, trying to keep him awake, but not really needing to know.
"My back, and my gut." He says, taking labored breaths. "I think it got my heart Beej." BJ rips open his T-shirt and rolls him gently to his side, but still causing him to groan in pain, seeing where the entrance hole was, and sure enough it was right where his heart would be. "Alright, hold on pal. We're going to fix you up." He says, as Father Mulcahy and Klinger come to take the stretcher into the OR.
"Don't bother." Hawkeye said to him. "I'm not going to make it BJ. Help the kid, I'm done."
"What the hell do you mean? Of course you're going to make it!" BJ shouts at him angrily.
"I'm a doctor too, and I know." He says, trying to get him to understand, "The kid needs you, please go help.."
"Bull Shit Hawkeye! You are going make it! Just stay with me! I'll fix you up."
"BJ." He says, in a quiet raspy tone.
"I don't want to hear it Hawkeye, save your strength! You'll be fine. I'll be right in." He says, going to scrub up.
In the OR, Potter walks up to Pierce and looks him over. "I lost a lot of blood Colonel." Hawkeye says trying to stay awake. "It hit my heart. I don't know about the other one, but I know the first one hit my heart." He says, babbling. "Please, help the kid."
"We are Hawkeye. Charles is working on him now." He says opening up his shirt and has to keep from gasping.
"Is he going to be ok?" Hawkeye asks, coughing.
"He'll be fine Pierce." Charles says, looking up at him quickly.
"It's my heart. please. Colonel. others can be."
"I know where it hit son, but you'll be fine." He says, quite sure of himself that his young cutter will pull through. He then sees the dark blood, almost a black color oozing out of his belly wound and instantly knew it was his liver. "You'll be fine." He says again, this time not as sure of himself. BJ comes into the room and calls for gloves. "Hunnicut, are you alright to operate on him?"
"Yes sir." He says as he looks at his friend.
"Margaret, go assist BJ." Potter says to her, knowing that she would have not had it any other way.
"Yes sir." She says walking over to BJ.
"Don't waste your time on." Hawkeye starts but cant finish.
"We aren't wasting our time. You are going to pull through Hawkeye." BJ says to him. "Put him under."
"WAIT!" Hawkeye says, quickly, "My will, my will is in my foot locker."
"You won't need that."
"Just incase, please.."
"Alright Hawkeye, Alright." BJ says, trying to hold back his emotions. "I need to put you under to see what we have alright?"
"Yes." He says, as he watches them put the mask over his face. "Goodbye." He says, looking at BJ and Margaret right before he goes under.
"Alright." BJ says, starting to cut him open. "Let's see what we have." He looks at the pictures of Hawk's chest and stomach, and sees that it is far worse than he had though.
"What do you have BJ?" Charles asks, full of concern for his fallen bunkmate.
"It hit his heart and liver." He says in a shaky voice. He clears his throat and says, "Scalpel."
"Scalpel." Margaret repeats him, handing him the instruments.
"Suction." He says.
"Suction." Margaret says, making sure the blood is cleared so BJ can work.
"Retract that Margaret." He says, as he works to looking at his heart, pulling shrapnel out. "Oh my god." He says. "His Aorta. it's torn. I need a graph."
"We don't have one that big Doctor." Margaret says, her face going pale.
"You could wait and see if another soldier is mortally wounded." Mulcahy says before adding in and blessing himself, "God forbid."
"We don't have time to wait and see if some other young guy dies! I have to try and sew it up without one." He says. "How's he doing?"
"BP is fine, so is his pulse."
"Give me a clamp Margaret." He says to the distraught nurse.
"Clamp." She says, shakily handing him the clamp, not taking her eyes off of what BJ is doing.
BJ tries to work against the clock, patching his buddy up as best as he could, sweat pouring off of his face. The entire operating room was silent, except for the names of the instruments needed. He gets the aorta fixed, or at least he thinks he does and moves down to the liver. No sooner did he begin to sew he hears,
"Blood Pressure's dropping doctor."
"What's it at?"
"90 over 60. You better hurry up."
"Shit." He says. "Don't you dare give up Hawkeye don't you dare!"
"Still dropping."
"SHUT UP!" BJ screams at the gas passer. "I'm not going to lose him."
"I lost the pulse." He says. Father Mulcahy walks up too Hawkeye and blesses him, saying a few quiet words to their fallen friend.
"Give me adrenaline!" BJ says, as Margaret hands it to him quickly.
"Nothing."
Immediately, BJ starts open heart massages. "Dammit Hawkeye! Come on!"
"Nothing." BJ continues, and the gas passer just shakes his head. "Don't you dare give up on me Hawkeye."
"BJ." Potter says, coming over to him.
"Get away from him." BJ says, continuing the massage.
"He's gone." The anesthesiologist says, taking off his stethoscope. "He's gone."
"BJ." Potter says, fighting back the tears as he looks at the young surgeons body lying on the metal table.
"I know. God dammit I know!" He says, hanging his head. He takes a deep breath and says, "Time of death, 10:06pm" He then takes his hands out of his friends' lifeless body, he looks at him one more time before covering his face with the sheet, and he then looks at Margaret who has tears in her eyes. He almost loses it too, but quickly takes in a deep breath and says, "Next Patient."
"BJ why don't you take a break." Potter says to him.
"I'm fine. I said next patient! Let's go!" He calls out. "How's the boy Hawk went in after?"
"He's gonna make it." Charles says to BJ.
"Good." BJ says, and that was the last conversation that was heard.
The rest of surgery was spent in silence. Occasionally you would hear a sniffle or a slight whimper from one of the personal, but that was it. The real pain would start when reality set in.
*****
TBC. Reactions of everyone will be up soon. Please R&R, but please be kind. I haven't been writing fic's that long.
Thanks a lot!
*STARY*