Margaret plopped herself down on her cot and stared at the ceiling absent-mindedly.
"What's wrong, you just can't stop thinking about him?" Leah had recently joined in with the other three nurses in pestering Margaret about her ring. Margaret rolled onto her stomach and shot and annoyed glare towards Leah.
"Oh come on Margaret," Sarah defended the younger woman. "Admit it; he's got you head over heels in love with him."
Margaret's face turned bright red and she sat up quickly. "I do not! Why are you all so eager too see something that isn't there?" Margaret crossed her arms and waited for a reply.
Kara shook her head in disbelief and stood up. "Isn't there? Margaret, he gave you a ring his mother made him promise to only give to his wife!"
"That's not true!" Margaret protested desperately. "You said that…well he just…"
Kara laid her hand on the Major's shoulder. "Come on Margaret."
Margaret sighed deeply and looked around at the other women. She closed her eyes and thought about her life over the past two months. She traced everything back to that damn dog. That's when everything had been turned upside down. But if she could have, would she have changed anything?
Margaret opened her eyes slowly and wrapped her arms around herself. Kara wisely walked back to her bunk, realizing what their head-nurse must be thinking about.
Margaret's thoughts drifted back to the dog. Hawkeye had guided her back to her tent and offered comfort without saying a word.
And then when Corporal Washington had died. With the combination of Frank and the fact that her birthday had gone by completely unnoticed, she had been almost as depressed as he was. She could still feel his warm arms wrapped tightly around her, his voice as he described his beloved home.
He went out of his way to make her feel like a princess for a birthday present, and that kiss… Margaret shivered slightly in remembrance of what it did to her. Then the ridiculous prank they had pulled on Frank the following day. She could clearly picture the bright blue around his eyes, and cherry red lips.
Margaret closed her eyes again as her mind wandered around the night when everything had turned from a funny joke to a horrible nightmare. She frowned, trying to remember what she had been doing that made her head to her tent so quickly. She remembered being in the officer's club. She vaguely recalled yelling at Hawkeye about something and then…
Margaret gasped as she suddenly remembered his gentle kiss. What was it he had said? He forgot she wasn't next to him voluntarily. Did that mean he wanted to be with her?
Margaret looked over at the other nurses who were watching her curiously. "Maybe…" she began hesitantly. "Maybe he does love me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. The nurses' mouths dropped open in shock. Kellye was the first one to begin laughing.
"It's about time you figured it out." Sarah said, smiling broadly. Margaret smiled slightly in embarrassment.
"So what do you think?" Kara asked her. Margaret frowned in confusion and she corrected herself. "Will you finally admit, to yourself at least, that you love him?"
Margaret sighed deeply as she thought about that kiss. She looked directly into Kara's eyes and nodded.
"I do." Her voice was quiet, but it still startled her. Her eyes widened with realization. "I do."