A/N: I've been sitting here for about five minutes trying to think of something to write. But all I can think of is trying to explain why I'm writing again. I guess the best way to explain it is like a disease. Writing for me is like a cure for some unknown disease. I love to write so much, and when I don't, my brain explodes with story ideas. So I'm gonna give it another shot here. Hopefully my stories won't be deleted by an undisclosed person, and hopefully you'll all enjoy this story as much as you did my previous ones. But as you all know, there's only one way to find out--- read and review! ThAnKs!!
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Lost Doctor
"You know, there could be another way," Hawkeye's voice broke the crisp night air, and for what seemed like the hundredth time BJ was forced to turn from his almost sleeping position and answer him.
"There may be," BJ's voice was slurred with the after effects of his and Hawkeye's many night caps, and from twenty-nine hours with no sleep, "But I'm sure it's something that could wait until tomorrow."
"Yeah," Hawkeye mumbled, thoughts still racing through his head.
He knew it would work, but he had to leave right away. It had been a gruesome eighteen hours of 'meatball surgery', and through the near hundred wounded that came through the 4077th, one person stayed in Hawkeye's mind. Private Fred Livings. He had come in, not looking bad at all-- but on closer inspection, they'd found shrapnel lodged all inside his right arm. They tried to get it all out, but found a particularly large piece had punctured a large artery. The piece of Korean war was stuck in him at just the right angle where the artery wasn't bleeding, and they knew that if they took it out they'd have to remove his arm. Cleaning the area as best as possible, they left the piece in, and agreed to think it out over night. And now, at nearly two in the morning, Hawkeye thought of an idea. He had read that the 8063rd had successfully done an operation for a similar case-- except it was with a leg. If he could get down there, and figure out how it was done, he could save Private Livings arm.
"BJ, I figured it out," Hawkeye spoke again, "I'm going to go get help for Private Livings."
"Ok," BJ slurred, "But don't forget to turn the light out in the kitchen when you're done Peg."
Hawkeye paused a moment, shrugged and left the tent into the cool night. Forcing his feet to work with him, he managed to stumble to the office, where, expectantly, Radar was fast asleep, his teddy securely tucked in with him.
"Radar," Hawkeye said in a loud whisper, "Hey Radar, get up. I need you to phone the 8063rd."
"Mmmm?" Radar shifted slightly, but never woke.
"Get up," Hawkeye urged, looking for something to throw.
"I don't wanna clean the barn Mom, the goat attacked me last time," a sudden pained look came to Radar's face as he shifted around restlessly.
"What are with peoples dreams tonight," Hawkeye thought aloud, then got a sudden idea. Creeping slowly up to Radar he leaned down by his ear and rather loudly made a 'bahhhing' sound.
"NO!" Radar screamed as he sat upright, "Billy, don't do that, I don't wanna---"
"Hey!" Hawkeye grabbed him securely by the shoulders, "Shhh, Radar, it's only me."
"Who's me?" Radar questioned.
Hawkeye reached over to the small ledge by his cot and handed Radar his glasses, "Me, Hawkeye."
"Oh," A look of anger washed through his face, "What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I need you to get a hold of the 8063rd for me," Hawkeye explained.
"Awww geez, is that all," Radar laid back down, "Wait 'til morning."
"It can't Radar, it's, umm, a medical emergency," Hawkeye had said the magical words.
Five minutes later Radar was sleepily sitting at the desk trying to get a hold of the other Mash unit. Five minutes after that he gave up.
"I can't get a hold of them," Radar said apologetically, "Their radio is down. Do you want me to wake up the Colonel so he can help?"
"No," Hawkeye shook his head, "No, that's alright Radar. Go back to sleep."
"Ok," Radar yawned and fell back into his bed.
Closing the door behind him, Hawkeye left the office-- his mind racing of something that he could do. He took a look at his watch-- 2:47am.
"I could probably get there and back with one of the jeeps before anyone even noticed," Hawkeye rationalized to himself, "Yeah. Then I can help Private Livings."
Quickly, he snuck back into the office, grabbed some keys for a jeep, and left. Before even he knew what was happening, he was in the jeep and heading down the dusty Korean roads to the Mash 8063rd.
The next morning came quickly to the 4077th, and when BJ woke up the first thing he noticed was the absence of Hawkeye.
"Charles?" BJ looked over at his other sleeping room mate, "Hey Charles!"
Slowly Charles turned around, "What do you want?"
"Have you seen Hawkeye?" BJ's voice shone with apprehension.
"Have you tried the nurses tent?" Charles quipped.
Rolling his eyes BJ quickly sat up and slipped on his pants. Just as he was about to pull on his shirt and go out and look for his best friend, Radar came in-- absolutely hysterical.
"Is Hawkeye here?" he asked, "Please, you have to say Hawkeye is here!"
"No," BJ shook his head, "I was just about to go see around the camp. Why? What's going on Radar? What happened."
Radar's eyes were bug wide, "He came into the office really late last night asking me to get a hold of the 8063rd, saying it was a medical emergency. But the 8063rd's radio must be down or something because they didn't answer. I woke up this morning and one of the jeeps are gone!"
BJ paused, "Well, ok. That means that he's at the 8063rd. That's good-- at least we know where he is-- Colonel Potter's just going to bite his hide off."
"No," tears started to roll down Radar's face, "It gets worse!! I just got a call from I-Corps. The 8063rd got badly bombed really early this morning. At least twenty patients were killed, seven nurses and-" Radar took a deep, shaking breath, "and four doctors."
...........to be continued.............
A/N: Well, how'd you like it? I know I'm a bit rusty at writing my Mash stories, so I hope this is good. Well, you've read, now review!! (wondering how many of you missed that! :o) ) ThAnKs!!