"Margaret get back in the jeep," Hawkeye called out to her. "Margaret, if we stay out here too much longer we'll freeze to death." He kept the jeep barely moving in order to stay beside her.
To Hawkeye's surprise Margaret made no bitter comeback as he had been expecting. She simply stared straight ahead, her arms wrapped tightly around her. It began to drizzle slightly and Hawkeye saw her shiver. He stopped the jeep and walked over to her, grabbing her arm gently.
"Margaret come on," he urged, guiding her back on the road. She looked down at the hand he had placed on her arm and jerked back frantically as she saw the blood.
Hawkeye stared at Margaret in shock as she backed away from him, her eyes glued on the drying blood that had been transferred onto her coat. She ripped off the coat in a panic and threw it as far away as possible.
Hawkeye made one last desperate attempt to grab at her but she darted out of his reach and headed into the woods, tears streaming down her face.
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Margaret opened her eyes slowly, and groaned as shooting pains went through her back. She tried to prop herself up but her legs wouldn't budge.
"David?" she called weakly through the rain, "David where are you?" It was pitch black on the country road, not even the moon was out. Margaret groped around in the darkness and discovered why her legs wouldn't move, part of the car, the door probably, was pinning her down.
There was a loud clap of thunder and Margaret screamed out her husband's name. She desperately tried to slide her legs out, using what little strength she had to push at the large sheet of metal but her hand contacted something soft; Jacqui's blanket.
"Oh god," Margaret breathed, "Oh god not my baby too." Margaret pulled slightly on the fabric, scooting it towards her. She moved her legs slightly, causing a jagged piece of metal to bite into her leg, Margaret bit her lip in an effort to ignore the pain as she stretched her arm outward, searching for her baby.
"Oh Jacqui," she sobbed as she finally found her child, "Oh my precious baby girl." She pulled the child close, ignoring the blood that was coating the tiny body. Margaret clung to the child as her only life-line.
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Hawkeye ran after her frantically. She finally stopped and collapsed to the ground, sobbing pathetically.
"Jacqui I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he heard her mutter as she rocked herself back and forth in the mud. Hawkeye approached her cautiously, kneeling down in front of her.
"Margaret," he said softly. She looked up at him, the terror clear in her eyes.
"She's dead," she whispered.
Hawkeye sighed and pulled her to him. "Yeah Margaret the baby died."
"It was my fault," she sobbed. Hawkeye looked at her in confusion.
"No Margaret it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done."
Margaret shook her head wildly, Hawkeye watching her in concern. "No I was driving, I was too tired…" she cut herself off in a ragged sob. "Oh my god I killed my baby." Hawkeye's mouth dropped open slightly and he hugged her more tightly. He had no idea what she was talking about but he knew it had nothing to do with the Korean child.
They sat that way for several minutes before another bolt of lightening stuck nearby and the rain began pounding down heavily around them.
"Come on Margaret, let's go." He stood up and grabbed her hand but she jerked it back, silently refusing to move. Hawkeye sighed and knelt back down, lacing her arms around his neck before sliding one arm under her legs and the other firmly around her back.
Margaret dropped her head against his chest, finding his heartbeat strangely comforting. He laid her down gently in the back seat of the jeep, covering her with a thick blanket.