Sorry that it took so long. I'm still not sure where I'm going with this.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine.


"Hawkeye?"

"Huh?" Hawkeye sighed as he rolled over.

"Thank you."

"No problem. It was literally my pleasure."

"I'm going to have to get going before they notice I'm gone."

"They who?"

"The other nurses. I told them I'd be in by midnight and it's already two," Yolanda Lurex whispered in the captain's ear as she carefully got up from the cot, taking the blankets with her and rapping them around her body.

Hawkeye watched Nurse Lurex dress and slowly followed her out the door. He grabbed hold of her arm gently as she started to walk away. He pulled her in close and kissed her.

"You've helped me more than you'll ever know, Landa."

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BJ sat on the edge of one of the cots in Post Op pretending to write a letter. There were words on the paper, but none of it seemed to make sense. It was as if someone had jumbled his brain up while he was sleeping.

Sweet sleep. It was something he hadn't had for a good 20 hours. Frank had been under the weather and BJ had volunteered to take his shift along with his regular one. BJ just wanted to get his mind off everything. However, he found it was no use.

It had been a little over a day since Radar had visited the Swamp in anticipation of receiving help. BJ noticed no difference in Radar except that he had been staring at him more often. But the look of anger or disappointment that BJ feared would overcome Radar's eyes never came. Instead it was a look of understanding, maybe even caring and compassion. Was it possible that Hawkeye had never told Radar? Not likely. Maybe Radar just didn't mind that BJ had shared more than a tent with Hawkeye.

BJ held his head in his hands as he tossed the supposed letter to the side. He stared at his watch and looked up. "Nurse, I'm going back to the Swamp. If anything comes up, Hawkeye is on call."

"Okay, Doctor."

BJ momentarily wondered where Hawkeye was and shrugged for no reason except self satisfaction. He left Post Op and trudged over to the Swamp in the dark.

Hawkeye shivered as BJ came in.

"Dammit, Beej. Close the door!" Hawkeye hissed as he pulled his blankets closer around him. He could still smell the young nurse's scent on them. "Ow! You just hit me!"

"Sorry," BJ whispered as he searched blindly for the light. "I can't see a thing. It's too dark in here."

Captain Hunnicutt turned on the light and sat on the edge of his cot, carefully removing his boots and pants.

Hawkeye rolled over and faced BJ. BJ was staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

BJ looked at Hawkeye's messed up hair and the glimmer in his eyes that he knew too well. "Who was it? Wait... never mind. I'd rather not know."

"Excuse me?"

"Forget it, Hawk." BJ turned the light back off and laid down, wrapping himself tightly in his blankets to prevent the chill from entering his body. He heard Hawkeye mumble something and then he fell asleep before he had time to think of something to mumble back.

BJ awoke several times in a cold sweat. It was nothing new to him; when dealing with the situations he dealt with everyday it was perfectly understandable that he'd have frequent nightmares. However these nightmares were different. They sometimes involved Hawkeye getting wounded and BJ not being able to help him. Occasionally it was the other way around. Tonight it was Radar that was wounded and both BJ and Hawkeye that could not treat him.

BJ blinked as he struggled to find his breath. He felt like he had just fallen off of a 20-story building and had landed on his feet. He sat up and closed his eyes tightly.

He looked over at Hawkeye's bunk, but it was empty. He looked to the other side of the tent. Frank had returned from Margaret's tent where she had been "watching over him" and was lying still on his cot, coughing like crazy and drowsy from medication. BJ decided that there was nothing he could do except go back to sleep and hope that the nightmares held off.