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"Listen Pierce, I don't care if you're sorry! I care that today, the little bit of respect my nurses had for me is completely gone!" Margaret seethed this was the last straw.

"Margaret, I'm sorry I didn't mean" "I don't care!" she yelled.

"What do you want me to do?!" Hawkeye was completely clueless. Completely and utterly clueless.

"I want you to fix this! But you can't! So do you know what's going to happen now? Of coarse you don't because you don't see what happens every time you pull one of your damn stunts! Do you know how long it's going to take me to get back the respect of my nurses? Do you know how much work it takes for me to get them to even think about respecting me? Well here's what's going to happen, they're going to see how much they can get away with until they're out of control, so I'm going to have to be the big bad Major Houlihan head nurse from hell until they get back into line!" she felt her throat going hoarse after yelling at him so fiercely.

"I had no clue," he really didn't. Margaret sighed her shoulders slumping slightly, but only for a moment.

"No you didn't." she said and looking him straight in they eye she spoke her departing words firmly. "But it's about damn time you did." And she left. Left him standing there, dumbfounded. He threw his scrubs in the laundry and walked to the swamp. Picking up a glass and filling it with the finest from the still he looked over to BJ.

"Hey Beej, I've got a story to tell you." "What?" "Just listen. Once upon a time there was an incredibly clueless surgeon..."