Margaret hurried to post-op, she had been so caught up in the package she received, and she was now fifteen minutes late. She crashed into post-op and received an aggravated glare from nurse Able as she walked past. Hawkeye sat smirking in the corner.
"You're late Major." He reprimanded, using a stern voice. Margaret rolled her eyes and walked over to him.
"Sorry Captain," she mumbled. They quickly discussed a few of the patients and then Hawkeye left Margaret to dress a wound. She chatted with the boy to put his mind at ease and then stood up. Colonel Potter walked in and crossed the room to talk to Hawkeye. Margaret wished she did not have to go anywhere near them, but there was paperwork she needed to fill out.
"You have a little hitch in your giddy-up Major," Colonel Potter commented. Margaret glanced up and blushed as she realized he had been watching her. Margaret shrugged and said nothing; her heart was racing. She had been dancing in her tent earlier and now she was walking with a rather obvious limp. Because she had not danced in such a long time she was extremely out of shape, she knew she would have to go through a lot of pain before she could build up her muscles and calluses again.
Margaret sat down at the small desk, avoiding the men's gaze. She opened a file and began to fill it out, but her mind soon began to wander.
"I'll miss you David." Margaret snuggled into her fiancée's arms and sniffed loudly.
"I'll miss you too baby," He replied gently. He pushed her back and smiled teasingly at her. "Especially that sexy little ass of yours."
Margaret hit him playfully in the ribs. "Sex-obsessed pervert." She mumbled as she smiled into his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah but you love me anyway."
Margaret stood up on her tiptoes and slipped her arms around his neck. "You bet I do."
"So tell me Major; how old were you when you had your first boyfriend." Margaret's head jerked up and she glared at the chief surgeon.
"I do not wish to discuss my personal life with you Captain." Hawkeye smiled and shrugged.
"I was fifteen; I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had red hair and green eyes, and the worst temper in all the history of humanity.
"I'm really not interested Captain." Margaret said coldly. Hawkeye frowned for a moment and then shrugged it off.
"Aw, come on Margaret, tell me, please?" he said, imitating a child's whining voice.
"Will you leave me alone if I do?"
Hawkeye nodded and Margaret sighed. "Fine; I was nineteen." She ended the sentence in such a way that forbade Hawkeye to ask anything else. However, Hawkeye never was one to pay heed to boundaries.
"What was his name?" he prompted. Margaret kept silent, at first Hawkeye thought she was ignoring him so he stood up and began to check on the patients; but then he heard sniffling coming from the corner. He looked up from the chart in concern but thought it would be best if he kept his distance.
When Hawkeye began to ask about her first boyfriend, it was all Margaret could do to keep her composure. So many memories drifted through her mind; some happy but mostly painful.
Margaret collapsed onto the small bed in exhaustion. She opened her eyes only for a moment as her roommate joined her.
"How is it possible that we are still alive?" the girl moaned. Margaret smiled and sat up to remove her shoes.
"Oh god Jess, can you believe this schedule?" Margaret groaned as she stifled a yawn. Jessica only shook her head as she stripped down to her undergarments and collapsed onto her own small bed.
Margaret climbed into bed and swept the curtains aside, looking out over the brightly lit city. "It sure is worth it though isn't it?"
Jessica mumbled an answer and groaned as Margaret climbed back out of bed and grabbed a letter from home.
"Go to sleep," she moaned, throwing a pillow in Margaret's general direction. Margaret picked up the pillow and sat back down on her bed, hugging the pillow to her chest as she re-read the letter for the hundredth time.
"He is such an asshole," Margaret told her friend, while smiling.
"That's nice. Can I have my pillow back?"
"But at the same time he can be so damn sweet! Listen to this…" Margaret paced back and forth in the small room as she read the letter from her fiancée. Finally, Margaret sat back in bed and looked at her sleeping friend. She looked back down at her letter and kissed it gently before folding it carefully and placing it beside her bed.