DISCLAIMER: I don't own MASH yada, yada, yada...
Taking a break from 'Five Years' I decided to write this depressing little ficlet. The inspiration came from 'Life Less' which is a fabulous one shot written by my mate Hawk's Soul.
I hope you will read & review for me...thanks folks!
Blood, bodies, death. It was everywhere. Surrounding him, suffocating him.
He was standing above a critically wounded soldier, scalpel poised for action. Faceless people with names long forgotten watched him critically, callously.
The wounded kept coming in by the dozen, a never ending stream of blood and death. The pressure was too much and he let out an ear piercing scream that echoed around the OR.
'Ben? Are you okay? Ben?'
Hawkeye awoke with a start, sweat on his face and tears in his eyes.
His father was sitting beside him on the bed. He was in Maine. He was safe.
Daniel looked at his son sympathetically. 'Would you like to talk about it?'
Most nights were like this. Hawkeye would be scared awake by nightmares of the war and Daniel would sit with him until he went back to sleep.
Since coming home he had only had one full nights sleep. At best he managed to acquire 3-4 hours before the memories would force themselves into his slumber.
'No dad, I'll be alright, go back to sleep.'
Daniel hesitated before standing up and leaving his son's room. Hawkeye sighed and got out of bed. There was no way he was going to get back to sleep now.
Admitting defeat he put on his red robe and headed for the kitchen to make some coffee.
On his way downstairs Hawkeye passed the wooden clock that hung regally on the wall. It read a quarter past three.
TBC...
Meh...I know it's only teensy weensy as is the next chapter. Please review at any rate!