[Shame that their attentions are divided; there's something to say about two heads being better than one. But it's for the best, Hawkeye will try to reason at a later time, because if he'd pulled himself out of his Stupidity (capitalized, yes) long enough to take honest stock of the blond kid's age he's not sure he wouldn't have made like a deer in headlights.
It's different, he's screaming at himself right now. His hands can't work as sure or as quick-- where's Margaret, where's the nurses, where's Beej, the Colonel--
why the ever-living Hell does he have to be alone in this?] You don't know about the hospital. [That's a muttering onto himself, and a prayer from Hawkeye Pierce to whatever Sleepers are supposed to pray to. So much for Plan B, right? So much for helping the one with the shot-to-shit-belly live?
He's not God. He's some moron trying to stop bleeding in a guy who's just about all bled out. What language did their friend speak? He didn't know. He didn't know what languages the other guy was speaking, either, save for French.] Why don't you ask him? But don't.
[A glance. Concern.] But don't hurt 'im. [--ah, fuck.] Not if he won't you. [Because this feels enough like a nightmare that it might just be one. One of those kinds where you're half-ways still in control of yourself?] Look, I think this is my faul-- I'm dreaming? I think I'm dreaming. What the hell do I know about this sh I think you're safe, bub. [--] Especially so if you can wake me up before the carpet bombing.
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It's different, he's screaming at himself right now. His hands can't work as sure or as quick-- where's Margaret, where's the nurses, where's Beej, the Colonel--
why the ever-living Hell does he have to be alone in this?] You don't know about the hospital. [That's a muttering onto himself, and a prayer from Hawkeye Pierce to whatever Sleepers are supposed to pray to. So much for Plan B, right? So much for helping the one with the shot-to-shit-belly live?
He's not God. He's some moron trying to stop bleeding in a guy who's just about all bled out. What language did their friend speak? He didn't know. He didn't know what languages the other guy was speaking, either, save for French.] Why don't you ask him? But don't.
[A glance. Concern.] But don't hurt 'im. [--ah, fuck.] Not if he won't you. [Because this feels enough like a nightmare that it might just be one. One of those kinds where you're half-ways still in control of yourself?] Look, I think this is my faul-- I'm dreaming? I think I'm dreaming. What the hell do I know about this sh I think you're safe, bub. [--] Especially so if you can wake me up before the carpet bombing.