Hello again, I know some people are really interested about the little thing I mentioned way back when, in some other chapter about Hawkeye's weight and birthday. I semi-implied the bit about the weight last chapter, but don't worry that isn't all of it. It will be mentioned again, but in later chapters, I am waiting for a certain moment…you'll see. Though I am glad those of you who questioned me on it, still remember it. I was afraid when I wrote that chapter no one would catch it, so I'm glad you did. Anyway, thanks to my entire reviewers last chapter and on with the story!

Chapter 18

The Torment Begins

"It was the beginning stages of a Hallucination, we will have to keep close a close eye on him," Sydney explained after hearing the story relayed many times, "I suggest some one should be with him at all times,"
Colonel Potter nodded solemnly, "I understand, Sydney, thanks, again,"

Sydney smiled as he pulled himself into the jeep, "I wish I could stay longer, but they need be back in Seoul, I will come back as soon as I can," he grabbed Potter's hand and shook it warmly, "good luck, Sherman, Lord knows you're going to need it."

……..

Margaret was still at Hawkeye's bed, now sound asleep, head resting next to his limp hand, her own resting lightly on his elbow. That was how BJ found her when he came to relieve her and she wasn't moving.

"No," she groaned softly pulling away from BJ's hand.

"Margaret, you can't lay here, night and day, you need to get real sleep, in a real bed," she cracked her eyes slightly to study him, "I promise, it there's any change, you will be the first to know…next to me that is," his eyes softened, "look, I know you're worried, but he wouldn't want you to run yourself ragged like this, it's not doing him any good is it?"

Margaret sighed and stood, stretching her arms and yawning as she did, "wake me up for the next watch,"

"Uh-huh," BJ said shaking his finger, "Charles, has the next watch, then one of the nurses, then you again," he smirked, "you have a good 12 hours to sleep,"

She glared, "fine," and stalked out again.

BJ just smiled sadly after her, she was really worried about him, Hell…they all were, but they weren't the ones Hawkeye was willing to give up his life for.

………

Margaret ran into a group of nurses as she made her way to her tent.

"Oh! Major Houlighan, how are you?" It was Kelly.

"I'm fine, thank you, now if you will excuse me…" she tried to brush past the group of girls.

"Wait Major, how is Hawkeye? I heard he wasn't doing so well," Margaret froze.

"He has made no sign of improvement," she didn't see the point in lying to him, "they're not sure of his chance for survival," she felt tears spring to her eyes and pushed forward again, it was true. They didn't know if he was going to live.

………

Hawkeye was dreaming.

"Sit down, boy,"

He did.

"Now," Jackson smirked at the trembling 11 year old, "now…now…now," he slapped the palm of his hand with the cane at every word.

"Where are we?" Hawkeye ventured, which earned him a strike across the cheek with the steel tipped cane forcing him out of his chair and into a pathetic heap on the floor.

The cane connected with his back again, tearing into his flesh.

Curling himself into a ball, he cried, "Shut up, boy," Jackson hissed between his teeth fighting the strain of swinging the weapon, "you're a slave now, slaves. Don't. Cry,"

The beating stopped and Hawkeye was released into the small hut that served as his cell/living quarters.

The guards savagely threw him up, but Hawkeye didn't move from where he was lying in a pathetic heap of his own blood and tears.

………

Charles watched the nightmares plague Hawkeye's sleep with worry and a borderline feeling of guilt, just thinking, that maybe he could have done something so long ago to help his Irish friend, anything to stop the terrorism that has been going on for so long, that still is going on.

Hawkeye was tense and shaking, but according to Potter and Freedman, nothing could stop the effects of the poison. The nightmares would come for a long time and so would the fever; which had already come. Late at night, he would be burning and then as morning woke the camp the fever broke only to start again as the sun disappeared again.

The prone figure in front of him let out a soft moan of pain, his eyelids clenched shut, trembling lightly from the sears of pain running through is body. Charles sighed, bringing his hands to his face he rubbed his eyes forcing them open and himself awake.

"Not falling asleep on the job, are you Winchester?" Charles head snapped up to stare in annoyance at Colonel Potter.

He laughed lightly, "you're turn, then you can't tell me how easy it is, when you have to sit up for 4 hours watching absolutely nothing,"

Colonel Potter smiled, "you get some rest, Major, wounded are expected in a couple of hours,"

Charles made a noise that could almost be interrupted as a growl.

"Good night, Major,"

End Chapter 18

Really short I know, but I wanted to get it up because it's been so long, so there you go. Thought I would get a little more in depth with the poison so I'm working on it, I am rewriting my story line a little so I can get my plot straight, I am having a minor case of writer's block. I know what I want to write, I just can't seem to write it. So if anyone has any ideas or who could help at all, feel free to tell me! Thanks!