Erik walked towards the officers club, still fuming. He needed a drink, a really large, very alcoholic drink. Pushing open the door he noticed a large group of nurses crowded around the bar, all talking and chattering with one another.

"So anyways, as I was saying…don't you think that Hawkeye is just the cutest thing in the camp?" one brunette was telling her red headed friend. Rolling his eyes, Erik sat down close to the group so he could still overhear, ordering a double scotch on the rocks.

The redhead continued. "Oh yes, why the other night him and I went out to the supply closet for a little...overtime…if you catch my drift!" the other nurses giggled.

Erik tightened his jaw, those poor women, having to deal with that good for nothing, son of a--"So why did you turn him down tonight then Amy?" said the brunette.

Amy giggled. "Oh the silly boy wanted to be more involved or some garbage. I mean really! Who has time to date one guy when there is an entire army of decent, handsome men around here?"

The brunette chuckled. "I agree! What is it with Hawk and his whole commitment thing sometimes? ..I mean, occasionally he just goes for the one-nighters, but if I wanted to date someone, I'd chose someone with some serious status, potential and money!"

Erik's jaw dropped. Was he really hearing this? These women sounded .the way she thought that the men thought. She had no clue that Hawkeye was ..decent.

Suddenly the brunette saw Erik watching the group and grinned. "Watch this girls!" sliding over to Erik she grinned at him. "Hey 're new here aren't you?" Erik grimaced at her and nodded. "My name's Amber...what's yours?"

Erik stood up quickly. "Leaving.." was all he said as he hurried to the doors of the club and pulled them open, leaving quickly. Oh god! What had he said? Erik hurried back to the Swamp. He had no idea that is how Hawkeye really was! As he was mulling this over, there was an earth- shattering explosion to his right; as a mortar crashed into the camp.

The force of the explosion threw him off his feet, careening him into a nearby jeep. Gasping from the wind being knocked out of him, he tired to stand up, wincing in pain. Damn, his ankle was broken, that much was obvious from the odd angle. Trying again to stand up he heard the camp come alive around him, hearing the blast. However, before he could say a word another blast, closer this time hit. This time, bringing a horrible surprise along with a tremendous explosion. A piece of mortar struck Erik in the stomach, the sharp edge cutting into his insides and making him moan in pain. Sliding to one knee he groaned and placed his hand on his torn stomach, trying to hold it together. Climbing once more to his feet, he knew what was coming. Ignoring the pain, all he could think of was, if they operate, they'll find out.I can't let them find out...I have to hide!

Limping to the Swamp he was nearly hit by Hawkeye who was rushing out towards the action. " You again, huh? Well, now isn't th-"

Erik coughed and tried to keep his composure. "No I ..."

Hawkeye stared down at Erik's stomach and gasped. "Jesus! You've been hit!" putting their past behind him for the moment, Hawkeye switched to his doctor mode. "I have to get you to the OR! C'mon Erik...you need medical attention now!!" Shaking his head weakly, Erik tried to fight Hawkeye off.

"I can''ll find out...I just can't." The blood flowed from the wound in Erik's stomach, and with it his energy and will left too. "'Sorry…I.." Then Erik collapsed forward onto Hawkeye, who caught him surprised.

"C'mon kid...let's get you to a hospital." Hawkeye carried the injured neurosurgeon to the OR for medical attention.