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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Are you kidding? That was a hole in one," says a distinctive voice, from the door. "I've heard many a fine shot in my day, and that was one. How could you miss the roar of the crowd

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[simon_doctor]

"Hawkeye?"

The voice is concerned. It's also nearby, and rapidly getting closer.

"It's Simon Tam. Do you need help?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Just tell me if I'm about to take somebody's head off," Hawkeye calls cheerfully (in the wrong direction). "It's tradition to yell 'fore' first."

[simon_doctor]

In another second or so, Simon's by his side and putting a careful hand on his arm.

"Do I want to know what happened?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"It's depressingly mundane," he says lightly, taking Simon's arm with the ease of someone who's getting accustomed to this. "Bar, please." He puts the golf club up over his other shoulder. "I was called into the nurses' tent to try to resuscitate the stove. It didn't appreciate my efforts."