There were footsteps outside the cell door and Hawkeye attempted to open his eyes. There were a few shouts and he managed to pull himself n a sitting position. He noticed the soldier was gone and he struggled to recall what had happened. Something about a ring. What ring? He had been mumbling about a ring…and Margaret.
The metal door opened with a groan and two soldiers marched into the cell, shouting orders at him in Korean, while they swam around in front of him.
"Sorry, no luck," Hawkeye grumbled. "I don't speak gibberish." The shouted at him a few more times and Hawkeye shook his head wearily. "If you insist on yelling, at least stop the room from spinning."
The two men approached and yanked him to his feet. Hawkeye cried out involuntarily as burning pains seared through his leg. The two men conversed with one another few a few moments before shoving him back onto the stone floor and leaving the cold cell.
Margaret jerked awake and found herself staring into the face of Trapper John. "What on earth are you doing?" she hissed.
He only grinned and put a finger over his mouth to quiet her. While he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and silently picked her up Margaret helplessly went along. He carried her through the house and out the backdoor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she growled once they were outside. "Take me back inside this instant!"
"I want to show you something." He said quietly, continuing on his path to the nearby woods.
"I mean it, John. Take me back to the house right—"
"Can it will ya, Margaret?" he interrupted in annoyance.
Margaret shivered in the cold and to her surprise Trapper held her tighter, forcing her to lean against his chest. As he walked through the wood Margaret felt her eyelids growing heavy. She could hear a dull roar in the distance, reminding her of the freezing winds in Korea.
The noise grew louder and Margaret opened her eyes. "Where are you taking me?" she whispered sleepily.
"We're almost there." Margaret laid her head onto his shoulder sleepily and tried not to doze off.
"Here we are!" Margaret's eyes jerked back open and she looked around her curiously. They were only a few feet away from the edge of a cliff and Margaret rolled her eyes.
"There are more civilized ways of getting rid of me than throwing me off a cliff." She told his with a cynical smile.
"You have to see this," he responded with a serious face. He walked to the cliff's very edge and sat Margaret down on the grass. The moon was full and shinning brightly on the water below, making the ocean seem like a glittering, silver sheet.
"It's beautiful," she breathed, propping herself in a sitting position with her arms.
"You should see it in the winter. Hawk brought me here one Christmas, before I married Louise."
"You knew him before the war?" Margaret asked incredulously.
"Sure we went to the same college but we didn't really know each other until later. We did residency at the same hospital."
"I feel sorry for the staff," Margaret said flatly.
Trapper laughed and leaned his back against a pine tree. "You've changed a lot since I saw you last, Margaret. I haven't even seen one glimpse of Hot Lips since yesterday." Margaret rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky just in time to see a falling star.
"Make a wish," Trapper told her with a smile.
Margaret jus shook her head. "I don't see the point in wishing for the impossible. You wish for something."
Trapper stood up and put his hand over his heart, looking solemnly up at the stars. "I wish for a world of peace, harmony and nakedness."
The unexpected comment brought a sparkle into Margaret's eyes and she struggled to keep a grin off her face. "That's disgusting," she reprimanded.
"Look who you're talking to." He sat back down and looked at her seriously. "You know how sorry I am, don't you?"
Margaret was tempted to roll her eyes and ignore the question but she made the mistake of glancing into his eyes. She melted completely and nodded sadly. "It's easy to blame someone else." She whispered sadly and Trapper nodded in agreement.
"What happened that night?"
Margaret's softened expression instantly turned to stone and Trapper threw up his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright; I'm sorry I asked."
Margaret glared at him for a moment and then turned her attention back on the calm water below her, wishing that the impossible really could come true.