Colonel Henry Blake was in post op, trying to decide if he had ever had a
worse day then this one. All three of his fellow surgeons were now
unconscious; Trapper in the swamp from where Henry was awaiting news of the
hangover to end all hangovers; Frank under guard, although it didn't seem
likely that he would be waking up any time soon - that had been one hell of
a punch, and McIntyre hadn't even had to use ether. And Hawkeye, lying over
there.
"God help us if we get any casualties." He said aloud.
He hadn't noticed that Radar was beside him. "There are none expected, sir." He said, then added "Although that doesn't always mean anything." at the same time as Henry said
"Since when has that meant anything?" They looked at each other for a second, then Radar turned back to filling out forms that Henry didn't understand; not that that was going to stop him from signing them.
Suddenly a voice rang out from behind them, Nurse Banks' voice to be exact.
"No, Captain, you need to stay lying down. Colonel!"
Henry whirled round quickly and saw the nurse by Hawkeye's bed, her hands on his shoulders. He ran over.
"Pierce, what are you trying to do? Rip out those stitches?"
Hawkeye blinked up at him, but seemed to relax. "I thought I'd fallen asleep in post-op again." He explained. His hand moved to his chest, investigating the bandages. "Ah." He looked from Henry to Radar. "Can I trouble either one of you gentlemen for an explanation?" Nurse Banks was checking his temperature and blood pressure. Hawkeye looked over at her. "And we haven't even had a date yet." He mumbled.
Henry hesitated before replying. "What's the last thing you remember, Pierce."
Hawk frowned. "Going to the mess tent." He answered. "What happened?"
"You were shot!" Radar blurted out. "By Major Burns!" Henry glared at Radar, then looked down at Hawkeye who was looking very thoughtful and serious.
But when he answered, it was to say. "Really? Did I not salute the flag fast enough for him or something?"
"It was an accident." Henry said.
"I figured." Hawkeye closed his eyes. "I'm really tired." He mumbled. "Wha'd you give me, anyway."
"Nothing out of the ordinary." Henry said.
Suddenly Hawkeye's eyes snapped open. "Where's Trapper, is he alright?" he asked, urgently.
"He's fine. He's ."
"He got drunk and passed out." Radar interjected.
Hawkeye started to laugh but winced in pain and quickly stopped. "I'm so proud of him." He closed his eyes again and seemed to drift off.
"Get some rest, son." Henry said gently. "We were all worried about you." There was no response, and he left quietly.
Radar remained for a moment. "I don't know what would have happened if you'd died Hawkeye." He whispered. "I'm real glad you're going to be ok."
"Thanks, kid. So am I." Hawkeye said, without opening his eyes.
Henry found himself walking round to the Swamp to visit the next unconscious doctor. He was rather surprised, therefore to find that Trapper was upright, if not perhaps awake, and drinking coffee. Father Mulcahy was with him. Both of them looked up as their commanding officer came in.
"Good morning Colonel." The chaplain said.
"Morning Father, Captain."
"Ughhh." Trapper replied, which Henry rightly translated as "Good Morning."
"How do you feel?"
"Like someone's been using my head as a bowling ball, then deep fried my mouth." Trapper managed to say. "Did I hit him?"
"Frank? Yeah, you got him. He went down like a sack of potatoes." Henry answered, then, seeing Father Mulcahy's expression added. "I mean, that was a very stupid thing to do McIntyre."
"It was understandable, but still wrong, my son." Father Mulcahy added.
Trapper nodded insincerely, then clutched his head. "Aaarghh" he explained.
He swallowed and squinted over at Henry. "How's Hawk doing?"
"He's fine. He was asking about you."
"He's awake?"
"Yes, or he was ten minutes ago .. McIntyre!" But with a turn of speed that belied his hangover, Trapper had run out of the Swamp towards the post op.
Henry turned to look at Father Mulcahy. "I don't know what he'd do without Hawkeye."
"I don't know what any of us would have done."
There was a pause while they both thought about how awful it could have been. which The Chaplain broke the silence by saying, "He went down like a sack of potatoes?"
"Yep."
"Good. Um, I mean, well I didn't mean that."
Trapper, burst into post op and collided with Nurse Cutler. For once, he wasn't delighted to have his hands full of woman, and he quickly brushed past her. She rolled her eyes indulgently, understanding his haste. He skidded to a halt beside Hawkeye's bed.
"He's asleep." He said, disappointedly to Major Houlihan who was checking the chart.
"With those observational powers, you're wasted in the army; you should be a detective." Hawkeye said.
Trapper stared at him. "You're awake?" he said, stupidly.
"I don't think anyone could sleep through the noise you're making."
"Your eyes are closed."
"That explains why it's so dark." Hawk opened his eyes slowly. Trapper hugged him, then immediately jumped back.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously.
"No." Hawkeye looked at Trapper, frowning, noticing the shadows under his eyes and the general green colour of his skin. "You look worse than I feel." He observed.
Trapper flushed slightly. "How do you feel?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Lousy. Like the Yankees have been using me for batting practice. Can I see my chart?"
Trapper frowned. "Patients aren't supposed to ask that you know."
"How else am I going to find out what you did to me?" Hawkeye was grinning.
"I'll tell you later, buddy. When I'm not feeling so sick."
"Alright." Hawkeye shifted slightly. "You'd think that the army could supply more comfortable beds. Must be so that the patients don't get the urge to stick around."
"Yeah." Trapper stood still for a moment, then looked at Margaret, who for once took a hint. She smiled at Hawkeye, said
"I'm glad you're alright Pierce." And moved to a discreet distance.
Trapper carefully sat down on the edge of Hawkeye's bed.
"What's up?" Hawkeye asked, seeing that his friend was entirely serious.
"Lots of things .." Trapper took a deep breath, and without looking at the man in the bed said, softly "Hawk, I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life as I have been this last day. When I saw you falling, when I saw the blood on your shirt . it was like time stopped. I need to tell you how much you mean to me, because I was so worried that it would be too late. You're my best friend. More than that, you're my brother. I want to thank you for always being there, always saying the right thing. I ."
Trapper was stopped, when a hand gripped his arm. "It's alright Trap. I'm alright."
"I know. It's just ." He couldn't speak; the lump in his throat was too large. Looking at Hawkeye he saw tears in his friend's eyes.
"I feel the same way, believe me."
The two men stayed in silence for a long while, each feeling entirely relaxed, comfortable and safe as long as the other was there.
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Maybe I should have put an extreme mush warning on this. By the way, not to be read as slash. Well, you can if you really like, but that's as far as it's going to go anyway. I like Hawkeye and Trapper as friends.
Sorry about the slow updating, I'm concentrating on a Pirates of the Caribbean fic at the moment. Hey, go read it. Its good . well, long anyway.
Please review.
"God help us if we get any casualties." He said aloud.
He hadn't noticed that Radar was beside him. "There are none expected, sir." He said, then added "Although that doesn't always mean anything." at the same time as Henry said
"Since when has that meant anything?" They looked at each other for a second, then Radar turned back to filling out forms that Henry didn't understand; not that that was going to stop him from signing them.
Suddenly a voice rang out from behind them, Nurse Banks' voice to be exact.
"No, Captain, you need to stay lying down. Colonel!"
Henry whirled round quickly and saw the nurse by Hawkeye's bed, her hands on his shoulders. He ran over.
"Pierce, what are you trying to do? Rip out those stitches?"
Hawkeye blinked up at him, but seemed to relax. "I thought I'd fallen asleep in post-op again." He explained. His hand moved to his chest, investigating the bandages. "Ah." He looked from Henry to Radar. "Can I trouble either one of you gentlemen for an explanation?" Nurse Banks was checking his temperature and blood pressure. Hawkeye looked over at her. "And we haven't even had a date yet." He mumbled.
Henry hesitated before replying. "What's the last thing you remember, Pierce."
Hawk frowned. "Going to the mess tent." He answered. "What happened?"
"You were shot!" Radar blurted out. "By Major Burns!" Henry glared at Radar, then looked down at Hawkeye who was looking very thoughtful and serious.
But when he answered, it was to say. "Really? Did I not salute the flag fast enough for him or something?"
"It was an accident." Henry said.
"I figured." Hawkeye closed his eyes. "I'm really tired." He mumbled. "Wha'd you give me, anyway."
"Nothing out of the ordinary." Henry said.
Suddenly Hawkeye's eyes snapped open. "Where's Trapper, is he alright?" he asked, urgently.
"He's fine. He's ."
"He got drunk and passed out." Radar interjected.
Hawkeye started to laugh but winced in pain and quickly stopped. "I'm so proud of him." He closed his eyes again and seemed to drift off.
"Get some rest, son." Henry said gently. "We were all worried about you." There was no response, and he left quietly.
Radar remained for a moment. "I don't know what would have happened if you'd died Hawkeye." He whispered. "I'm real glad you're going to be ok."
"Thanks, kid. So am I." Hawkeye said, without opening his eyes.
Henry found himself walking round to the Swamp to visit the next unconscious doctor. He was rather surprised, therefore to find that Trapper was upright, if not perhaps awake, and drinking coffee. Father Mulcahy was with him. Both of them looked up as their commanding officer came in.
"Good morning Colonel." The chaplain said.
"Morning Father, Captain."
"Ughhh." Trapper replied, which Henry rightly translated as "Good Morning."
"How do you feel?"
"Like someone's been using my head as a bowling ball, then deep fried my mouth." Trapper managed to say. "Did I hit him?"
"Frank? Yeah, you got him. He went down like a sack of potatoes." Henry answered, then, seeing Father Mulcahy's expression added. "I mean, that was a very stupid thing to do McIntyre."
"It was understandable, but still wrong, my son." Father Mulcahy added.
Trapper nodded insincerely, then clutched his head. "Aaarghh" he explained.
He swallowed and squinted over at Henry. "How's Hawk doing?"
"He's fine. He was asking about you."
"He's awake?"
"Yes, or he was ten minutes ago .. McIntyre!" But with a turn of speed that belied his hangover, Trapper had run out of the Swamp towards the post op.
Henry turned to look at Father Mulcahy. "I don't know what he'd do without Hawkeye."
"I don't know what any of us would have done."
There was a pause while they both thought about how awful it could have been. which The Chaplain broke the silence by saying, "He went down like a sack of potatoes?"
"Yep."
"Good. Um, I mean, well I didn't mean that."
Trapper, burst into post op and collided with Nurse Cutler. For once, he wasn't delighted to have his hands full of woman, and he quickly brushed past her. She rolled her eyes indulgently, understanding his haste. He skidded to a halt beside Hawkeye's bed.
"He's asleep." He said, disappointedly to Major Houlihan who was checking the chart.
"With those observational powers, you're wasted in the army; you should be a detective." Hawkeye said.
Trapper stared at him. "You're awake?" he said, stupidly.
"I don't think anyone could sleep through the noise you're making."
"Your eyes are closed."
"That explains why it's so dark." Hawk opened his eyes slowly. Trapper hugged him, then immediately jumped back.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously.
"No." Hawkeye looked at Trapper, frowning, noticing the shadows under his eyes and the general green colour of his skin. "You look worse than I feel." He observed.
Trapper flushed slightly. "How do you feel?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Lousy. Like the Yankees have been using me for batting practice. Can I see my chart?"
Trapper frowned. "Patients aren't supposed to ask that you know."
"How else am I going to find out what you did to me?" Hawkeye was grinning.
"I'll tell you later, buddy. When I'm not feeling so sick."
"Alright." Hawkeye shifted slightly. "You'd think that the army could supply more comfortable beds. Must be so that the patients don't get the urge to stick around."
"Yeah." Trapper stood still for a moment, then looked at Margaret, who for once took a hint. She smiled at Hawkeye, said
"I'm glad you're alright Pierce." And moved to a discreet distance.
Trapper carefully sat down on the edge of Hawkeye's bed.
"What's up?" Hawkeye asked, seeing that his friend was entirely serious.
"Lots of things .." Trapper took a deep breath, and without looking at the man in the bed said, softly "Hawk, I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life as I have been this last day. When I saw you falling, when I saw the blood on your shirt . it was like time stopped. I need to tell you how much you mean to me, because I was so worried that it would be too late. You're my best friend. More than that, you're my brother. I want to thank you for always being there, always saying the right thing. I ."
Trapper was stopped, when a hand gripped his arm. "It's alright Trap. I'm alright."
"I know. It's just ." He couldn't speak; the lump in his throat was too large. Looking at Hawkeye he saw tears in his friend's eyes.
"I feel the same way, believe me."
The two men stayed in silence for a long while, each feeling entirely relaxed, comfortable and safe as long as the other was there.
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Maybe I should have put an extreme mush warning on this. By the way, not to be read as slash. Well, you can if you really like, but that's as far as it's going to go anyway. I like Hawkeye and Trapper as friends.
Sorry about the slow updating, I'm concentrating on a Pirates of the Caribbean fic at the moment. Hey, go read it. Its good . well, long anyway.
Please review.