Disclaimer thingamabob- I unfortunately do not own any of the characters from MASH even if I wished I did, except the girl whom gets introduced in the third odd chapter or something like that. I made her, I designed her, and I gave her a name. Please don't steal her.
Note~ This is my first Fan fic, please R&R for me. The chapters are really short, but there are going to be lots and lots of them. You'll also find that some of the chapters (quite later on) seem to take the same story line as some of the earlier episodes. I meant to do that, trust me.
Chapter One - A hard days night:
Radar's voice came over the loud speaker, "Attention, all personnel, incoming casualties. Report to the OR at once." The days past slowly, fourteen hour shifts at the OR caused everyone distress, especially the fact that half the patients weren't allies, but enemies. Never the less, Hawkeye, Trapper, Henry Blake and Frank seemed to push on into the dead of night when only the silence aroused and reminded them of the danger that was three miles close. The jokes had stopped, the chasing of girls became less frequent and anything that was done, was done in a tired almost sluggish way. They were all sick of the war. So here they were, in preop. Washing their hands carefully and placing on the long white robes, Hawkeye and trapper had it down to two minutes and thirty six seconds for getting ready, unless they were in the middle of drinking, then they had to add on seven seconds.
"Fly me to the moon..." Hawkeye sang loudly in the operating room, "let me swing among those stars... alright, this guys ready for stitching up, hot lips, would you do the honour?"
"Firstly," Margaret began irritably as always, "It's Major Houlihan to you, secondly you singing Frank Sinatra is unnerving, and thirdly can we please have some quiet!"
"Yes mother." Hawkeye replied, smiling at her, "Clamp." The nurse handed him the instrument, "This guy must be starting a shrapnel collection, he's got enough in him to set of a metal detector." After the gruelling task of taking out 5 large clumps of shrapnel from his patient, Hawkeye tiredly looked around, the last of the patients were being stitched up, he sighed in deep relief.
"Im going out to sleep, any nurse wishing to join me must before hand make reservations." He muttered loudly.
"How terribly grown up of you." Frank muttered, "Please tells us all the details when it's over."
Hawkeye grinned playfully and walked out of the tent, slouching, trying to stay awake. The swamp seemed hundreds of feet away, and the tired surgeon barley noticed when he reached the door and walked through it.
"I do declare," Trapper said in a southwestern accent as he held up a martini glass full of gin, "You look a right tired, come sit and drink with me."
Hawkeye stared gratefully for only a moment at the glass before swooping down on the side of the cot and sticking a olive in the glass Trapper held out for him.
"Busy night at the office dear?" Trapper asked jokingly.
"We were at a meeting I swear!" Hawkeye responded with is his friend as he sipped the gin, "ah" he sighed in satisfaction, "How sweet it is." After a couple for rounds of gin Trapper forcibly took away Hawkeye's glass, "That's enough." he told his partially drunk friend, "You've got to go on duty in a few hours, get some sleep." Hawkeye only muttered something about women and dancing before his heavy eye lids fell and he drifted off into sleep.
Chapter Two - Dummies and bullets:
"Hawk? Hawkeye wake up!" Radar shook Hawkeye forcefully, "Come on Hawk! There's an emergency patient!"
"Oh, Just five more minutes mom..." Radar shook him again.
"No! Didn't you hear me? I said emergency!" Hawkeye sat up at the word 'emergency' and rubbed his eyes, "Alright, alright, Im coming. I though we weren't supposed to get any more casualties for a couple days.."
Radar blinked and waited for Hawkeye to get up, when at last he did and they were quickly jogging towards the OR, Radar explained, "Just one sir, a girl. Probably no more than thirteen, she's full of shrapnel, a bit of internal bleeding they say. Colonel Blake said that was you area."
Hawkeye nodded grimly, "Thirteen you say? How the heck did she get over here?"
"Captured by the enemy sir while she was staying at a village as an assistant nurse to her mother, apparently they used her as a hostage and filled her with bullets then dropped her on our lap."
"American?"
"As much as I am."
"Oh so she's Dutch."
Radar laughed sarcastically, "Very funny." He replied grimly, "This is serious." Both entered the OR tent, Hawkeye put on his white robes and began to sterilize his hands.
"This is where I leave you," Radar said to Hawk, "Good luck, hope you save the girl."
"Thanks shorty."
"Hey!"
"Just go."
After Hawkeye sterilized his hands, he quickly entered the OR, the three other surgeons stood around a small body, snipping away and talking quietly among themselves.
"Ah, here's the great one now." Trapper said as he looked up, "Nurse suction this please."
"Where have you been?" Margaret demanded, "Frank's been a nervous wreck, Frank has told you time and time before to be here as soon as a patient arrives!"
Hawkeye couldn't resist, "It's amazing Frank, you should go into the army circus with that ventriloquist act, I didn't see your lips move once!"
"Yeah and you've got a nice dummy too." Trapper added. Margaret looked appalled and was about to say something when Hawkeye cut in.
"Okay Hot Lips, what's the situation?" Margaret's eyes shot daggers at Hawk before replying.
"At least nine bullets in her body that we can locate, internal bleeding from her liver, she's had a great blood loss and now a fever is picking up."
"Clamp." Henry ordered the nurse as he tried to stop the blood flow from the liver. Trapper was carefully picking small bits of shrapnel and bullets from the girls arm and insides and placing it into a clear glass which was almost half full already, "Peirce your going to have to get the rest of the bullets out of her, I've got the liver on my hands."
"Literally" Trapper added.
"Klinger, mind giving me a hand?" Hawkeye asked as he picked up a scalpel and began to cut away at skin surrounding a small bullet, Klinger appeared, dressed in his latest creation. A silk red evening gown with a blue stich Japanese boarder.
"Alright Hawk, but if I get anything on this new outfit you're paying for the dry-"
"Yes, yes, dry cleaning, I know, Just hand me the clamp." Hawkeye ordered as he sponged away trying to remove some of the dust and old blood from the wound. Silence caused time to move slowly, no one dared breath as they tried to save a young and innocent life. The bullets filled her chest and arms, still for some reason or another her vital signs kept up, faintly but there never the less.
As Hawkeye began to work on removing bullets and pieces of shrapnel from the girls arm he stated plainly, "Looks like this kid had problems before the war."
"What do you mean Pierce?" Henry asked as he finished stitching up the bleeding liver, "Clamp that and get a new bag of ab positive blood on there, she's almost out."
"She got on hell of a scar here, runs from wrist to shoulder...looks like it was a knife."
Trapper moved over to have a look at the scar, "Looks like it was infected during the healing stage, that's what made it so oddly shaped and coloured."
"A living hell, poor kid..."
