I awoke back at the 4077th.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Jaclyn! You're awake!" Margaret rushed over. "How are you feeling?"
"Wonderful. Tip-top. The best way to feel after a jeep rolls over on you." I sat up. "What happened to us?"
"A patrol found you," said Margaret as she sat down on a chair by my cot. "They brought you back to their unit and called around to find out if anybody was missing a nurse and a doctor. They found out we were so they brought you back here. You have a broken arm and ankle, and some superficial cuts and scrapes. You'll be fine."
"What about Hawkeye?"
"He's...he's not so good."
"What do you mean, not so good?" I asked. "What's wrong with him, Margaret?"
"He hit his head," said Margaret. "He hasn't come to yet and he's been asleep for twelve hours."
"Oh my God," I breathed. "Where is he? Can I see him?"
"I don't think you should, Jaclyn."
A/N: Short chapter, I know. But more is coming! Thanks for all the reviews--they mean more than you know.