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Well, after thinking about it not at all since I wrote the last part, I was able to write the newest bit of DD up in 20 minutes. And it didn't turn out too bad, either!
Off to bed *zip*
*zips back* almost forgot to post it!
Jo’an passed the Captain off to the concerned young man and both sunk to the ground, Radar supporting BJ’s head in his lap. “Is he okay...” He looked up and yelled with surprise when he saw Jo’an, her rifle slung over one shoulder.
“Radar, it’s okay.” BJ grabbed the Corporal’s arm so he wouldn’t run off. “She’s a friend. Can you tell Colonel Potter that I am back?”
“He’s in the OR.”
“Causalities?” Jo’an supported him as he returned to his feet.
“No, Hawkeye.”
“What! What’s wrong with him? He made it back?” He wanted to run off to the operating room, but Jo’an held onto him and kept him in place.
“He’s okay…well most of him. His ankle looks in real bad shape. It is almost the size of my softball!” Radar’s eyes got wide at the memory and he held his hands with curved fingers apart to show the size. He exaggerated a bit by showing the size of a basketball.
***
Radar peered through the window to look inside the OR. Hawkeye was laying on one of the tables, his head pillowed by an arm. He winced. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Potter asked.
“I don’t.”
“Then I won’t tell you.”
BJ pushed past Radar to enter the room. Radar took a look at Jo’an, then casually took a few steps away from her.
Hawkeye wondered it was who came to get a look at his foot this time. First it was Margaret, then Father Mulcahy had joined Potter and Frank. He heard a gasp, then an “Oh my!”
“Is my foot dancing or something?” Annoyed at being ignored, he opened his eyes.
Next Part
Enjoy :D
Off to bed *zip*
*zips back* almost forgot to post it!
Jo’an passed the Captain off to the concerned young man and both sunk to the ground, Radar supporting BJ’s head in his lap. “Is he okay...” He looked up and yelled with surprise when he saw Jo’an, her rifle slung over one shoulder.
“Radar, it’s okay.” BJ grabbed the Corporal’s arm so he wouldn’t run off. “She’s a friend. Can you tell Colonel Potter that I am back?”
“He’s in the OR.”
“Causalities?” Jo’an supported him as he returned to his feet.
“No, Hawkeye.”
“What! What’s wrong with him? He made it back?” He wanted to run off to the operating room, but Jo’an held onto him and kept him in place.
“He’s okay…well most of him. His ankle looks in real bad shape. It is almost the size of my softball!” Radar’s eyes got wide at the memory and he held his hands with curved fingers apart to show the size. He exaggerated a bit by showing the size of a basketball.
***
Radar peered through the window to look inside the OR. Hawkeye was laying on one of the tables, his head pillowed by an arm. He winced. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Potter asked.
“I don’t.”
“Then I won’t tell you.”
BJ pushed past Radar to enter the room. Radar took a look at Jo’an, then casually took a few steps away from her.
Hawkeye wondered it was who came to get a look at his foot this time. First it was Margaret, then Father Mulcahy had joined Potter and Frank. He heard a gasp, then an “Oh my!”
“Is my foot dancing or something?” Annoyed at being ignored, he opened his eyes.
Next Part
Enjoy :D
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Poor Hawkeye!
Ciao
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