When Radar came in with the news Hawk was elbows deep in another meatball surgery. He tried his best to compartmentalize the pain, finishing up the surgery as fast as he could without compromising the patient's safety.
But as soon as he was out of that operating room it all came crashing down.
It was all so unfair. He was out. He was a good man who did his duty and got. Out.
And yet now Lorraine was a widow. His youngest son is never going to meet his father.
The whole unit lost a Colonel - and more importantly - a friend.
Something so precious in this god-awful place. Someone he could latch onto in the dark nights and hungover mornings.
He's gone.
This was an end to an era.
Another reason to be bitter about this damned war.
A wound that, despite being a doctor, he can't easily fix with a scalpel and surgical thread.
No this one would scar.
yeahhhhh sooooo. I wrote this like wayyyy back in January when I was angry about Henry. That was actual cruelty and I appreciative it but it was still cruel. Now I'm in season 9 and the brain rot is still here.
This is a short af but I was like, it's just sitting here and I do still like it. It's also been like, a year since I posted last so. Meh why not.
If y'all are interested, I have another, longer just contemplative sorta angsty mash fic. It still needs to be typed up, but that might be posted as well at some point.
Anyways, thanks for reading! Hope y'all enjoyed.
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