Three days later, I heard a familiar voice saying, "Hey, what kind of a hotel is this?"
"Hawkeye!" I cried. With some difficulty, I got out of the cot and stumbled over to the other side of post-op.
Hawkeye looked a little bruised, but not horrible.
"You're awake," I said stupidly.
"Either I am or this is heaven."
"Breakfast!" Klinger announced as he entered post-op with a tray.
"Maybe it's not heaven after all," Hawkeye said.
I pulled a chair. "I was afraid you wouldn't..."
Oh, wonderful, Jaclyn. You're sounding morbid, I scolded myself.
Hawkeye took my hand. "So was I. When you were unconcious out there-"
"You were awake while I was unconcious?" I asked.
"Just for a little while," Hawkeye replied. "You'd flown out of the jeep and landed about fifteen feet away. And you just screamed."
"What did I scream?" I asked.
" 'Ben,' " said Hawkeye.
Ben, I thought. Why in the world would I have shouted that? Why not "Hawkeye," or "Clark," or anybody else? Does this mean anything? I need a shrink.
"When did you wake up?" asked Hawkeye, changing the subject.
"About three days ago," I said.
"Captain Pierce, you're awake! Ready for something that will throw you back into unconciousness?" Klinger waltzed over with a tray of someting that was trying to pose as oatmeal.
"Thanks." Hawkeye accepted it.
"And you, Captain Waters?" Klinger asked.
"Not right now," I said.
I had too much to think about.
A/N: Hopefully NOW the story title is starting to make sense. The jeep crash...the crashing in Jaclyn's mind about all of the things that are going on...I've tried to find a good way to make the title make sense within the first 5 or 6 chapters, and I made it! It'll make even more sense later on...not that I'm promising anything, because that is a BIG BIG BIG jinx of mine. (I have a lot of jinxes.)