"Attention Ambulance in the Compound! Only need one Doctor!"
BJ came rushing to take care of the new patient. Marie who had also responded looked at the wounded man in shock.
"Twister..." whispered to herself. "Do you need any help?"
"No, it's a small wound. I can take care of it," responded BJ.
Marie followed them to the operating room. On the way Kevin spotted Twister and jumped up to see what was going on.
"Where are they taking him? They aren't going to save him are they?"
Marie rushed over to him and tried to lay him back down.
"Of course they are, they are doctors."
"Don't they know what he's been doing. They should be killing him not saving him!"
"These people put their hearts in saving people no matter who they are or what they have done. LISTEN!" Marie shouted trying to hold him down. "No one here knows that you are an assassin. It is best that it stays that way. Everyone here is very protective of their patients. I know he's done terrible things but you have to let this one go."
"PLEASE! For me?"
"Okay but they are wasting their time, because if he crosses me anywhere else I'm shooting him."
"Thank you...I think..."
"You know this isn't over, there is still-"
"I know--" Marie interrupted.
"If you go home they won't be able to find you," Kevin interrupted back.
"I know. Don't worry, The general will take care of it," said Marie not knowing how to respond.
"What have you decided to do?"
Hawkeye headed over to the officer's club for the poker game in a depressed mood. Marie hadn't come to talk to him at all. When he got there, every one was there pulling up seat...everyone but except Marie. Hawkeye picked the seat that had the perfect view of the door. Klinger was the first to deal.
They were well in the second hand before the door opened and Marie entered smiling. Everyone greeted her and was happy to see her.
"There is a seat right here for you," offered Klinger.
"Thank you," said Marie and she sat down.
By the 5th hand everyone had well noticed that Hawkeye was irritated. He had snapped at almost everyone...twice by now.
"I fold," Said Margaret.
"I bet 10," said Potter.
"I fold," said Radar.
"I raise you 5," said BJ.
It was Hawkeye turn and he didn't say anything.
"Hawk?" said BJ.
"I fold," he finally said, throwing his cards on the table. "not like anyone here knows how to play anyway."
"Hawkeye, can I talk to you outside?" Marie finally decided that enough was enough. They both stood up and walked outside.
"What is wrong with you? Last time I checked they were your friends!"
"And what about the way you treat yours? What are planning to do? Disappear in the middle of the night without saying good bye to any one?" Hawkeye went off.
"What are you talking about?"
"People don't normally pack all their things up as a hobby."
"If your going to spy on someone you should get all the facts before you come to a conclusion! Now, your obviously not a very good listener. So I've said it once, I've said it twice, and I'll say it again. I have no intentions of leaving and never coming back. I'm not going anywhere. Your not getting rid of me that easily. And as for packing my things, I can't stay in the VIP Tent forever."
"When were you planning on telling--"
"After the poker game," Marie interrupted. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
Hawkeye felt like the biggest jerk in the world. He didn't know what to say except to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I-"
Before he could finish Marie kissed him. Then she pulled back and smiled.
"Don't be sorry, be happy. Come on, let go back in and spend time with some friends." She smiled.
No sooner did they enter the club:
"Hey everyone, Meet Major Sprunkle, our new surgeon!" Hawkeye announced.
"What made you decide to stay?" asked BJ.
"If I go back home I going to be miserable no matter what because if I go home I'll be lonely. If I stay I'll be in a war. So if I must be miserable, I might as well be with friends."
"I'll drink to that!" shouted Potter.
Klinger started pouring drinks.
"We promise, you'll regret every moment of it!" shouted BJ.
They all gathered around to make a toast.
"To Marie!" said Potter. They all lifted up their glasses.
"And to good friends in Miserable places!" Marie added.