A/N: I've got one whole review! WOOWHO! Yeah!
Polishingrag: You only got one. Big whoop. }(
Deep: All that matter is that someone is reading it, you twit.
Happy: What Deep said, but not so mean.
Narrator: Agree-er.
Happy: Butt licker.
Narrator: Corporate Whore!
Happy: At least my job pays well.
Narrator: YOU LITTLE!
Polishingrag: Please excuse these technical difficulties.
Deep: Start the story already!
Narrator: Fine.
A/N: (finishing) remember, if between these lines "/" means it was said in Korean.
"/They're killing her! They're killing her!/" Sister Rosemary ran to the front door, seeing Kim screaming and pointing. "/They're Killing Her!/"
"/Kim, clam down. Who's killing who?/" Poor little Kim, she was our own personal boy who cried wolf. Her imagination tended to run away with her. "/Are you telling the truth ?/" that's when I noticed the young man in uniform standing little bit behind her. Kim had stopped pulling on my habit and had retreated behind me, peeking to see if he was still there. "Who are you? Where is Traci Sung? What happened?" The young man looked down at his toes.
"She was shot, by a sniper, but she was only shot in the leg, and now she is at the M.A.S.H 4077. She'll get better soon; it'll just take some time. She told me to drop off Kim and I'm sorry." I bent down to Kim to get certain things from Traci's bed. "I should be going..."
I raised my hand in protest, "just wait a second." After an uncomfortable eerie silence, Kim finally came back. "Here, take these to Traci; it's her bible and deck of playing cards. She'll be bored with out them."
"I'll make sure she gets them."
"It's not your fault."
"I know."
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"Can I at least walk around campus?" She was begging again. It hurt to say no to someone that they couldn't walk. I was like telling a person that they were not allowed to eat, that they would live off an IV for the rest of their life.
"No, you may not. I already had to redo those stitches in O.R. and if they become lose again, I'll give you to Major Burns, who has problems with the easiest procedure."
"Dr. Hunnicut, is he telling the truth?" She looked up at my associate with big puppy dog eyes. I say that she reminded him of his little girl back home, just because seemed so young.
B.J. was kind enough to exchange a glance with me before committing himself to an answer. "I wouldn't wish Frank Burns on anyone including Frank Burns." The girl, Traci, went wide eyed.
"I'll stay in bed forever if you want, then."
"That's what we wanted to hear. B.J." I said, offering my arm.
"Pierce." He gladly took my arm. "Excuse us, with have business with a still."
"Good day to you miss." I tipped an invisible hat, bowing slightly.
"Good day Doctors Pierce and Hunnicut."
"After you, dear Hunnicut."
"Why thank you dear Pierce."
"Good day."
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When I finally got back to camp, Hawkeye and B.J. were leaving Post Op. They were linked arm in arm, walking towards me. "Good day, dear Radar." They said perfectly rehearsed. Tipping hats that didn't exist.
"Good day sirs." I managed to say before reaching the door. "Oh, you're up." I directed to the girl lying on the cot, bored stiff. "Um, Kim made it to the orphanage okay. One of the sisters gave me these to give to you." I handed over the playing cards and bible. "They all hope that you get better soon. And, that's it. So far." I looked around the room, uneasy in her presence.
"I'm sorry."
"I beg your pardon?" I was still confused; she probably didn't even say anything at all.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you were helping, I shouldn't have threatened you with a weapon. I'm sorry." She seemed so upset, I had to say something.
I have no idea where to begin, but my mouth went off anyway. "It's okay; you were trying to protect a loved one. You should have acted that way, he was dressed the same way as far as you were concerned, and he acted as an enemy. It wasn't your fault. Please don't cry." She started an uncomfortable laugh.
"I promise not to cry if you play a game of cards with me." She was already shuffling the deck, just waiting for a confirmation. I nodded. "How about gin rummy?"
I sighed, "Let me grab a tray from the mess tent to use as a table."
She leaned back, "I'll be here, not like I could go anywhere."
1 hour later
"That brings your score to 104, giving you the game. Congratulations. You won. Again." With that, Radar sat back and relaxed, double checking his math.
"You were a great opponent. It was a big challenge to try and get close to defeating you." Traci admitted. "It was also a pleasure."
He was happy to know that he wasn't going too easy on her. "Thank you, and might I add that it was tough enough to keep up with you." He began to get up from his seat. "I try to play another game soon."
She appeared to be in deep thought. "Do you know how the scoring goes in solitaire? I just can't find anybody who does."
He sat back done. "Oh, yeah, I know how. Here let me show you."
Of course outside the post op door was Colonel Potter. He went looking for his desk clerk and had been watching for the past ten minutes. "Awe! How cute! The colonel looking out for his desk clerk. Look! B.J.! Our little boy is growing up!" Hawkeye and B.J. started to clutter up the door, making it hard to breathe. "Isn't it just precious?"
"Brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it, Potter?" B.J. said with misty eyes.
Potter couldn't stand the lack of space. "When comes out of there tell him he has the afternoon off."
Hawkeye turned to Potter. "Don't worry, we will. Now if you don't mind we're going back to our favorite soap." Potter left shaking his head mumbling something about nutcases, two of them. "By the way Burnsie and Hot Lips want to talk to you." With that, Potter started praying. "If only Trapper was here to see this." Hawkeye turned towards B.J. "I'm sorry I keep mentioning someone you've never meet."
"Don't worry about it. Besides, you must flee the same way when people talk about their families."
"Thanks"
"Any time, buddy, anytime." He took a closer look at the scene before them. "What is she doing?"
"Let me see." After studying for a second, Hawkeye starts laughing. "She's playing dumb."
"Come again?"
"Just watch." If you were able to see the same thing it would have gone some thing like this. You could tell she was playing a card game, with Radar helping. She was supposed to do something at the far end of the game, but wasn't catching it. After awhile of her leaning over the game trying to 'find' what he was pointing out, he reaches behind her back and shows her. At this point, her back straightens up; cause his arm to be pushed back and his body forward, ending in a clash of cheek and lips. Both parties blush and turn away. "Now we should hide."
"But why-" was all B.J. managed to get out before being pulled aside. A few moments later, a very red beacon of enlisted men, looking down at the ground walked toward the C.O.'s office. "Aren't we supposed to tell him-" Poor Hunnicut, quickly got shushed. Major Houlihan was already walking toward the Post Op door. "Poor Miss Sung. She has to deal with Hot Lips."
"Come on, we got to back to our tent, before our little love bird gets there."
"Why would he-"
"Because that's where he goes when he has a problem."
"Radar's radar is rubbing off on you."
"No it's not. And even if it is, you're so predictable any ways."
"Am not."
"Fine, but those questions were."
"I'll give you that."
Polishingrag: You only got one. Big whoop. }(
Deep: All that matter is that someone is reading it, you twit.
Happy: What Deep said, but not so mean.
Narrator: Agree-er.
Happy: Butt licker.
Narrator: Corporate Whore!
Happy: At least my job pays well.
Narrator: YOU LITTLE!
Polishingrag: Please excuse these technical difficulties.
Deep: Start the story already!
Narrator: Fine.
A/N: (finishing) remember, if between these lines "/" means it was said in Korean.
"/They're killing her! They're killing her!/" Sister Rosemary ran to the front door, seeing Kim screaming and pointing. "/They're Killing Her!/"
"/Kim, clam down. Who's killing who?/" Poor little Kim, she was our own personal boy who cried wolf. Her imagination tended to run away with her. "/Are you telling the truth ?/" that's when I noticed the young man in uniform standing little bit behind her. Kim had stopped pulling on my habit and had retreated behind me, peeking to see if he was still there. "Who are you? Where is Traci Sung? What happened?" The young man looked down at his toes.
"She was shot, by a sniper, but she was only shot in the leg, and now she is at the M.A.S.H 4077. She'll get better soon; it'll just take some time. She told me to drop off Kim and I'm sorry." I bent down to Kim to get certain things from Traci's bed. "I should be going..."
I raised my hand in protest, "just wait a second." After an uncomfortable eerie silence, Kim finally came back. "Here, take these to Traci; it's her bible and deck of playing cards. She'll be bored with out them."
"I'll make sure she gets them."
"It's not your fault."
"I know."
&&&&&&&&&&&
"Can I at least walk around campus?" She was begging again. It hurt to say no to someone that they couldn't walk. I was like telling a person that they were not allowed to eat, that they would live off an IV for the rest of their life.
"No, you may not. I already had to redo those stitches in O.R. and if they become lose again, I'll give you to Major Burns, who has problems with the easiest procedure."
"Dr. Hunnicut, is he telling the truth?" She looked up at my associate with big puppy dog eyes. I say that she reminded him of his little girl back home, just because seemed so young.
B.J. was kind enough to exchange a glance with me before committing himself to an answer. "I wouldn't wish Frank Burns on anyone including Frank Burns." The girl, Traci, went wide eyed.
"I'll stay in bed forever if you want, then."
"That's what we wanted to hear. B.J." I said, offering my arm.
"Pierce." He gladly took my arm. "Excuse us, with have business with a still."
"Good day to you miss." I tipped an invisible hat, bowing slightly.
"Good day Doctors Pierce and Hunnicut."
"After you, dear Hunnicut."
"Why thank you dear Pierce."
"Good day."
&&&&&&&
When I finally got back to camp, Hawkeye and B.J. were leaving Post Op. They were linked arm in arm, walking towards me. "Good day, dear Radar." They said perfectly rehearsed. Tipping hats that didn't exist.
"Good day sirs." I managed to say before reaching the door. "Oh, you're up." I directed to the girl lying on the cot, bored stiff. "Um, Kim made it to the orphanage okay. One of the sisters gave me these to give to you." I handed over the playing cards and bible. "They all hope that you get better soon. And, that's it. So far." I looked around the room, uneasy in her presence.
"I'm sorry."
"I beg your pardon?" I was still confused; she probably didn't even say anything at all.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you were helping, I shouldn't have threatened you with a weapon. I'm sorry." She seemed so upset, I had to say something.
I have no idea where to begin, but my mouth went off anyway. "It's okay; you were trying to protect a loved one. You should have acted that way, he was dressed the same way as far as you were concerned, and he acted as an enemy. It wasn't your fault. Please don't cry." She started an uncomfortable laugh.
"I promise not to cry if you play a game of cards with me." She was already shuffling the deck, just waiting for a confirmation. I nodded. "How about gin rummy?"
I sighed, "Let me grab a tray from the mess tent to use as a table."
She leaned back, "I'll be here, not like I could go anywhere."
1 hour later
"That brings your score to 104, giving you the game. Congratulations. You won. Again." With that, Radar sat back and relaxed, double checking his math.
"You were a great opponent. It was a big challenge to try and get close to defeating you." Traci admitted. "It was also a pleasure."
He was happy to know that he wasn't going too easy on her. "Thank you, and might I add that it was tough enough to keep up with you." He began to get up from his seat. "I try to play another game soon."
She appeared to be in deep thought. "Do you know how the scoring goes in solitaire? I just can't find anybody who does."
He sat back done. "Oh, yeah, I know how. Here let me show you."
Of course outside the post op door was Colonel Potter. He went looking for his desk clerk and had been watching for the past ten minutes. "Awe! How cute! The colonel looking out for his desk clerk. Look! B.J.! Our little boy is growing up!" Hawkeye and B.J. started to clutter up the door, making it hard to breathe. "Isn't it just precious?"
"Brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it, Potter?" B.J. said with misty eyes.
Potter couldn't stand the lack of space. "When comes out of there tell him he has the afternoon off."
Hawkeye turned to Potter. "Don't worry, we will. Now if you don't mind we're going back to our favorite soap." Potter left shaking his head mumbling something about nutcases, two of them. "By the way Burnsie and Hot Lips want to talk to you." With that, Potter started praying. "If only Trapper was here to see this." Hawkeye turned towards B.J. "I'm sorry I keep mentioning someone you've never meet."
"Don't worry about it. Besides, you must flee the same way when people talk about their families."
"Thanks"
"Any time, buddy, anytime." He took a closer look at the scene before them. "What is she doing?"
"Let me see." After studying for a second, Hawkeye starts laughing. "She's playing dumb."
"Come again?"
"Just watch." If you were able to see the same thing it would have gone some thing like this. You could tell she was playing a card game, with Radar helping. She was supposed to do something at the far end of the game, but wasn't catching it. After awhile of her leaning over the game trying to 'find' what he was pointing out, he reaches behind her back and shows her. At this point, her back straightens up; cause his arm to be pushed back and his body forward, ending in a clash of cheek and lips. Both parties blush and turn away. "Now we should hide."
"But why-" was all B.J. managed to get out before being pulled aside. A few moments later, a very red beacon of enlisted men, looking down at the ground walked toward the C.O.'s office. "Aren't we supposed to tell him-" Poor Hunnicut, quickly got shushed. Major Houlihan was already walking toward the Post Op door. "Poor Miss Sung. She has to deal with Hot Lips."
"Come on, we got to back to our tent, before our little love bird gets there."
"Why would he-"
"Because that's where he goes when he has a problem."
"Radar's radar is rubbing off on you."
"No it's not. And even if it is, you're so predictable any ways."
"Am not."
"Fine, but those questions were."
"I'll give you that."