Margaret sat in her tent taping a bandage onto her leg. She was far too jumpy to be any good in the OR so Colonel Potter told her to go get some rest. As if rest was an option. Margaret found a rumpled pair of fatigues and pulled her boots back on. Even if she couldn't help, at least she could see if everyone was all right. If Hawkeye was all right.

"Klinger," she called as she saw him scurrying towards the supply shed. "Klinger how is everyone?" she asked.

"Cap'n Pierce is in bad shape." He yelled over his shoulder, obviously too busy too stop and fill her in on details. Margaret limped quickly towards the main building and crashed into OR, pausing only for a second to tie a mask on.

"I thought I told you to get some shut eye," Colonel Potter barked. Margaret rolled her eyes angrily.

"How is he?" she asked, sounding a bit harsher than she intended.

"Oh Frank will be fine, Klinger barely nicked his shoulder."

Margaret ignored his attempt to change the subject and made her way towards the patient Potter was working on.

"His back?" she whispered as she saw Hawkeye lying face down on the table.

"Yeah," Potter mumbled, staring intently at his patient. "The bullet lodged itself near his spine and cut a few nerve cords."

Margaret suddenly felt very hot and she slowly made her way out of the bustling room and into post-op.

"Hey Margaret," BJ called to her. Margaret turned around and saw BJ sitting at the desk. "Come here Margaret," he said gently.

Margaret stood perfectly still, wanting to run out of the building but wondering if she could make it that far. BJ stood up and walked towards her. His right shoulder was bandaged and his arm in a sling.

"I'm worried too," he whispered, pulling her towards him with his good arm. BJ guided her to and empty cot and they sat down, Margaret leaning her head onto his chest.

"If he can't walk I know he'll blame me," she moaned. BJ shook his head in frustration.

"Are you crazy? Why the hell would he blame you?"

"It was my fault he was shot. If I would have just stayed in my tent none of this would have happened."

BJ looked at Margaret's worried face in puzzlement. "Margaret if you would have stayed in your tent you would be dead."

Margaret's face went white. "What are you talking about?"

BJ sighed and pulled Margaret's head back down. "Frank was trying to kill you Margaret. There was a bullet hole in your pillow…"

"Cap'n Hunicutt," Klinger burst into the room. "The colonel says he needs you to scrub." BJ looked at the corporal in shock and then jumped into action, leaving Margaret alone and terrified.

Hawkeye opened his eyes and groaned.

"Nurse bring some morphine," he heard Margaret's stern voice command.

"Hey Hot Lips," he whispered, smiling slightly.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"I'll feel a hell of a lot better once I get that morphine," he said jokingly, wanting to see her smile. Margaret nodded and walked to the end of the cot while nurse Able gave him the shot. Hawkeye watched Margaret curiously, what was wrong with her?

He caught her gaze and their eyes locked. Hawkeye tried to understand what he saw in her eyes. Was it embarrassment, or fear? That's what it was. What was she afraid of? Could it be him?

Colonel Potter walked into the room and Margaret quickly fled. Hawkeye frowned and looked at the older man.

"What is wrong with her?" he asked. Potter shrugged uncomfortably, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"I have good news," he announced cheerfully.

"The army decided to serve us real food?" Hawkeye joked hopefully.

"You're going home."

Hawkeye wasn't sure if he heard correctly. His mouth dropped open but quickly turned into a broad grin.

"Ha-ha, that's great, for once Ferret Face actually did me some good." He quickly sobered as he noted the colonel's solemn expression.

"The bullet hit your spine, along with several nerve chords."

Hawkeye's face turned white and he closed his eyes. "Are you trying to tell me I'm paralyzed?"

"Not exactly, but there is a long road ahead of you before you regain full movement." Hawkeye took a shaky breath and opened his eyes.

"When do I get out of this hell-hole?"

Potter smiled broadly. "Tomorrow you're headed for an evac. Hospital in Tokyo and in two weeks you're going home."