Sorry this is so short. I have a feeling the chapters from here out will be much longer though. Please review. I live for ego boosts.
Disclaimer: Jimmy is mine. None of the others are. I know you're jealous of my Jimmy-having but that's just the way it is.
"Scalpel."
I looked across the O.R. towards Jimmy as Nurse Kellye handed me the scalpel. He had been here for almost a week and he was doing okay. Aside from the nightmares that he mentioned had been coming to him lately, Jimmy was holding up well.
I watched as Margaret came to Jimmy's table. She smiled sweetly as she asked if he needed any help. He politely shook his head, although he didn't look up at her. I could tell that he was smiling though. His mask was covering his mouth, but I could tell.
This had been going on ever since the minute Jimmy had arrived. The subtle flirting between them was making me sick. I wondered briefly if Margaret knew that Jimmy had a girlfriend back in Maryland. I then convinced myself that even if she did know, it wouldn't stop her. I just hoped that Jimmy could stay strong. A moment of weakness around Hot Lips Houlihan would mean sure destruction. I clenched the scalpel tighter.
After the myriad of wounded were taken care of, Jimmy and I hobbled towards the Swamp. I poured us each a martini as Frank came in.
"You know Frishman, you shouldn't drink that," Frank sniffed as he sat on the edge of his cot and stared at Jimmy.
"I know I shouldn't. But that doesn't mean I ain't gonna." Jimmy smiled as he toasted the air and took a sip.
I couldn't help but smile as Frank grabbed his coat and left.
After we each downed a few martinis, I thought it safe enough for a serious discussion. "Hey, Jimmy..."
"Ya?" He poured us each another drink.
"I think Margaret is taking a liking to you."
"Oh? Major Houlihan? Yeah... I think so too."
I went over and sat next to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Jimmy, Hot Lips is bad news. You can't keep casually flirting with her or else she will eat you alive."
Jimmy chuckled. "I'm a big boy, BJ. Don't worry; it's under control."
"Or so you think..." I mumbled.
"Why do you dislike Major Houlihan so much? She seems pretty okay to me."
I hesitated and frowned. "She ..." I didn't have enough alcohol in me yet. "Never mind. Maybe I'll tell you another time."
Jimmy smiled and patted me on the back. "'Kay. Listen, I'm going to go get something to eat. Wanna come with?"
"Nah," I said. "I think I'm going to try to sleep."
Jimmy looked disappointed. He didn't like to go anywhere alone. He felt like the new kid at school that everyone sort of agitated. "All right." He turned and walked out of the Swamp.
I watched as he headed towards the Mess Tent. Once he was out of sight, I left as well. I wandered aimlessly across the compound, finding myself in front of Margaret's tent. Before I knew it, I was knocking on her door.
It slowly opened. "Yes?"
"I have to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Oh, I think you already know, Margaret."