When Colonel Potter re-entered, Margaret was sitting beside the bed, still holding Max's hand. Potter came to take a look at their patient, who was fast asleep.

"How's his temperature?" Potter asked. "Did it change?"

"Not significantly." She answered. "It's still high enough that it could lead to brain damage, so I suggest we increase the amount of ice."

"I'll do that." Said Potter. "You can go back to your station."

Houlihan nodded and got up. But as she got to the door, she turned back to face her commanding officer. "You'll tell me if there are any changes?"

The Colonel offered her a small smile under his mask. "Sure I will."

…

After Margaret left, Potter took her suggestion and increased the ice packs along Max's chest, arms and forehead.

"This fever gets any higher, and you might just get that section eight you've been after." Potter said, only half-joking. Klinger's only response was the soft, raspy sound of his snoring. Potter tried to think if there was anything else he could do to help his sick friend, but Houlihan had already gone through all the medical procedures. Still, Potter felt a deep need to help Klinger pull through, so he got down onto his knees and did the sign of the cross.

"Oh heavenly father." Potter began. "I'm not sure if you're there. And I'm not sure why you do many of the things that you do. But if you're listening -" Potter's voice cracked a bit as he spoke. "Then could you please spare Max Klinger. He's a fine man. A man that I'm awfully fond of. He reminds me a lot of my son, and since my own son is so far away, it only seems right that I should take care of him. So if you could let me do that, let me keep taking care of Max, I would be mighty grateful. Amen" Potter did the sign of the cross again.

…

Potter continued to sit in the relative silence of the tent, when Max suddenly jolted awake. He stared up at his ceiling, his eyes wide and haunting. He didn't seem to notice that Potter was there at all.

"Max, what is it? What's wrong?" The commanding officer gently probed. Klinger didn't respond. His fingers and neck began to make bizarre jerking motions. It was soon followed by his entire body jerking in all directions. He was having a seizure.

Colonel Potter went through the protocol in his head. Remove sharp objects, make sure the patient can't injure themselves, loosen tight clothing. Seeing as Klinger was already lying in bed in his pajamas, Potter didn't have to do any of that. All he could really do was sit there and watch it happen.

One small mercy was that the seizure ended almost as soon as it had begun. Klinger flopped back into his bed as if he had fallen back asleep. Potter scrambled to reach Max's neck and check his pulse. It was there. Max Klinger was still there. Potter put a hand on his own heart, trying to keep it from beating out of his chest.

"Houlihan said you needed some help." A voice from behind the door called. Potter looked up and saw B.J. Hunnicutt enter the tent. When B.J. saw Potter's expression, he turned white as a ghost.

Potter realized what he was thinking. "He's alright Hunnicutt, Max is still here. He just scared me a bit, that's all."

Hunnicutt nodded, the color in his face slowly coming back. "I was told you might need someone to relieve you. You've been with him the better part of the day."

"I suppose I have been with him that long." Replied Potter, who still did not move from his spot. The thought kept entering his mind that Max wouldn't be there when he returned, and that prevented him from getting up. It took quite a bit of persistence on Hunnicutt's part, but he eventually persuaded Potter to go to the mess hall and get something to eat. As Potter left, he repeated the prayer in his head from before, Let me keep taking care of Max.