Comrade Down
Title: Comrade Down
Rating: Corporal
Summary: B.J. winds up on the operating table.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Choppers!” Radar called.
“Come on folks, we’ve got wounded!” Potter called.
Hawkeye walked up to one of the wounded to check his status.
“Oh my god,” Hawkeye said. “Oh my god. Potter! Come here quick!”
“What are you hollerin’ about Pierce?”
“B.J.”
“Where is Hunnicut?”
“There,” Hawkeye said, pointing to the patient.
“Leapin’ lizards.”
“Let me operate on him.”
“No. You’re too close. I’ll do it.”
“Wow, it’s quiet in here. I can actually get work done.
“What, no smart aleck comments, Pierce?” Frank Burns asked, thinking he had finally bested Hawkeye.
“Shut up Frank,” Hawkeye said.
“Not so tough without your sidekick are you?”
“Burns! That is quite enough!”Colonel Potter ordered. “If you don’t shut your trap, I’m going to kick you out of here. Literally!”
“Colonel, please. We need all the surgeons we can get,” Margaret Houlihan said.
“We need surgeons,” Hawkeye said, “because one of our best is currently a patient. How’s he doing Potter?”
“Ahh. . .I’m having some trouble getting all the shrapnel out.”
Hawkeye turned back to his patient, his hands shaking.
“Doctor, are you sure you can do this?” a nurse asked.
“I’m fine. I’m fine! My best friend is lying on an operating table, why would I be anything but fine?”
“Delta, go relieve Pierce,” Potter said. “Padre, go talk with him.”
Pierce sat on the ground outside the OR, his knees pulled up to his chin.
“How are you doing Hawkeye?”
“I’m not a religious man. You know that. But if there is a God. . .can He help B.J.?”
“I’ve been praying for B.J. every since I found out he was injured.”
“Would it help if I prayed?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
“I can’t lose a third best friend.”
Hawkeye covered his face as he began to cry for the first time since they had brought B.J. in. Fr. Mulcahy put an arm around Hawkeye’s shoulders.
“It’s okay Hawkeye. Let it out.”
“Why B.J.? Why couldn’t it have been Frank?”
Hawkeye was washing his hands when Potter came up behind him.
“So what’s the verdict?” Hawkeye asked.
“I was able to remove all the shrapnel. He’ll be very weak for a while and will be sleeping for most of the next couple of days. But he’ll be okay.”
“He’ll be okay,” Hawkeye repeated. “He’ll be okay!”
He grabbed Potter and kissed his cheek, before rushing to Post-Op. He sat on the edge of B.J.’s cot. B.J. turned to look at him.
“Hey soldier, how are you doing?”Hawkeye asked.
“I’m glad to see you,” B.J. said.
“Potter said you’ll be okay. You just need to rest. And don’t get hurt ever again.”
“I’ll try not to.”
Rating: Corporal
Summary: B.J. winds up on the operating table.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Choppers!” Radar called.
“Come on folks, we’ve got wounded!” Potter called.
Hawkeye walked up to one of the wounded to check his status.
“Oh my god,” Hawkeye said. “Oh my god. Potter! Come here quick!”
“What are you hollerin’ about Pierce?”
“B.J.”
“Where is Hunnicut?”
“There,” Hawkeye said, pointing to the patient.
“Leapin’ lizards.”
“Let me operate on him.”
“No. You’re too close. I’ll do it.”
“Wow, it’s quiet in here. I can actually get work done.
“What, no smart aleck comments, Pierce?” Frank Burns asked, thinking he had finally bested Hawkeye.
“Shut up Frank,” Hawkeye said.
“Not so tough without your sidekick are you?”
“Burns! That is quite enough!”Colonel Potter ordered. “If you don’t shut your trap, I’m going to kick you out of here. Literally!”
“Colonel, please. We need all the surgeons we can get,” Margaret Houlihan said.
“We need surgeons,” Hawkeye said, “because one of our best is currently a patient. How’s he doing Potter?”
“Ahh. . .I’m having some trouble getting all the shrapnel out.”
Hawkeye turned back to his patient, his hands shaking.
“Doctor, are you sure you can do this?” a nurse asked.
“I’m fine. I’m fine! My best friend is lying on an operating table, why would I be anything but fine?”
“Delta, go relieve Pierce,” Potter said. “Padre, go talk with him.”
Pierce sat on the ground outside the OR, his knees pulled up to his chin.
“How are you doing Hawkeye?”
“I’m not a religious man. You know that. But if there is a God. . .can He help B.J.?”
“I’ve been praying for B.J. every since I found out he was injured.”
“Would it help if I prayed?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
“I can’t lose a third best friend.”
Hawkeye covered his face as he began to cry for the first time since they had brought B.J. in. Fr. Mulcahy put an arm around Hawkeye’s shoulders.
“It’s okay Hawkeye. Let it out.”
“Why B.J.? Why couldn’t it have been Frank?”
Hawkeye was washing his hands when Potter came up behind him.
“So what’s the verdict?” Hawkeye asked.
“I was able to remove all the shrapnel. He’ll be very weak for a while and will be sleeping for most of the next couple of days. But he’ll be okay.”
“He’ll be okay,” Hawkeye repeated. “He’ll be okay!”
He grabbed Potter and kissed his cheek, before rushing to Post-Op. He sat on the edge of B.J.’s cot. B.J. turned to look at him.
“Hey soldier, how are you doing?”Hawkeye asked.
“I’m glad to see you,” B.J. said.
“Potter said you’ll be okay. You just need to rest. And don’t get hurt ever again.”
“I’ll try not to.”