BJ and Colonel Potter watched on silently as Hawkeye laid motionless in post-op. His wrist was no fun task to suture up.
"Lucky," Potter contemplated. "Looks like you and the Padre found him just in the knick of time."
"I just can't believe he would have done something like this..."
Colonel Potter shook his head, "Such a shame it came to this."
"I just don't understand. I mean, I knew he was feeling a little down but... depressed? I just..."
"Just wish you would've realized sooner? Don't beat yourself up, son. None of us saw this coming." Potter sighed and stood up from Hawkeye's bedside. "Why don't you go get yourself some rest, it's been a hectic past few hours for you. I'm going to go back to my office and place a call in for Sidney Freedman."
BJ sat silently as the colonel left. Maybe he was right, he could use some good rest after that hell of a night.
/scene/
As BJ walked into the swamp, he was surprised to see Charles pacing around the room and Margaret and Father Mulcahy seated in Hawkeye's cot.
Margaret stood up, "How is he?!"
"Alive." BJ muttered.
The other three took a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," Mulcahy said.
BJ slumped down in his cot and placed his arm over his eyes. "I think I've seen enough for tonight."
"Was it that bad?" Charles asked.
Mulcahy nodded, "It was a bloodbath."