Dr. Sidney Freeman smiled down at the sleeping girl as he held his notebook and pencil ready. Sarah opened her eyes and was greeted with the smiling figure of Dr. Freeman. "Hello Sarah, how are you feeling?"
Sarah blinked and rubbed her eyes, yawning a little. "Please excuse me sir, I just woke up."
Sidney smiled widely at her. "Hey, I understand the given situation. Mortar shells are tough on your body, and please, call me Sidney.." Sidney scanned Sarah's prone form. "Col. Potter asked me to come in here and chat with you, would that be alright."
Sarah nodded. "Of course si--.I mean, Sidney."
Sidney continued. "Well..it seems you are the first cross-dresser I have encountered who does so to remain in the army. I am sure you know Klinger?"
Sarah smiled a little. "I have seen Corp. Klinger around the camp, he is hard to in the little blue velvet number he has been wearing lately, with the fox furs."
Sidney chuckled. "Ah yes. He has been trying that routine for the past few years, poor guy. Still hoping for that section eight." Sidney looked at Sarah and nodded. " But I am not here to discuss Klinger. Do you have something you want to talk about Sarah?"
Biting her lip, Sarah sighed. "I suppose Col. Potter has filled you in on why I dress the way I do." Sidney nodded, and Sarah continued. "Well...I am now worried about entering into the rest of the camp and what the reactions will be to the real me...I mean, everyone knows Erik, but now they know I am a phoney and a cheat. I am scared about any repercussions."
Sidney nodded. "Well, Sarah, I can tell you one thing honestly, you are perfectly sane to me, just from this conversation. You haven't given me any reason to distrust you. Give the camp a chance to settle into the change, and they will understand."
Sarah sighed and looked up at the psychiatrist as he rose to leave. "I only wish I could share your confidence, Sidney." Sidney looked down at Sarah. "I am always around if you need to talk, just call." He smiled and with a final goodbye, left Sarah.
A few minutes later, the doctor who had saved her life entered, who was also the man she had been dreading to see. Hawkeye briskly walked in and checked Sarah's chart, he frowned as he read it, looking over the top of it at Sarah then back at the chart. Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but the words caught in her throat, she was so ashamed of the way she acted towards this obviously decent, hardworking man. Bowing her head, she stared down at the blanket and mumbled. "You hate me, don't you?"
Hawkeye looked up at Sarah, and frowned at her. Then did something she didn't expect at all, he just turned and left, not saying a single word. Sarah closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying desperately hard not to cry. Curling up, careful of her new wounds, she tried her best to fall asleep, hoping the next few weeks would be far better. No such luck, if only she knew.