The Miracle

The Nightmare Part 1

  Blood, blood Everywhere. The 4077 was filled with it blood came in waves tearing down the tents of the camp, drowning his friends. He looked around, stunned at first, what's happening?

 Hawkeye looked down at his feet as blood rose to his chest making him gasp in fear as it picked him up off the ground making him have to swim. 

 Hawkeye swam desperately, looking at the damage with wild eyes as they watched his friends grope and holler for help.

" H-hawk! " Gurgles out B.J while he flails .

" Don't worry! I'm gonna get you!" Hawkeye shouts back at B.J and swims trying to find someplace where he can pull B.J out.

 He managed to find the roof top of the hospital and climb up on it, while the blood rose higher and higher.

 His nostrils stung at the rancid strong smell of blood while trying to reach his hand out and seize hold of a drowning B.J, 

Hawkeye rejoiced inside as B.J latched on his hand with a strong grip. But instead of B.J letting himself be pulled up, he started pulling down, trying to drag Hawkeye with him.

" B-beej, what are you doing? C'mon I need to get you to the surface!" Hawkeye pleaded frantically, pulling with all his might. But B.J suddenly seemed, stronger.

" Hahaha, that Hawkeye always the one with the jokes. Don't you see Hawk?! You did this! You did this to us!" B.J sneered bitterly as he barked the accusation.

" Whoa whoa, what do you mean I did this? Unless I'm on a heavy period I didn't have a hand in any of this. " Hawkeye was hoping for at least a chuckle. Or a smirk! 

But the smirk that B.J gave him was anything but from amusement. It looked, evil. Hawkeye blinked back in horror as his best friend opens his mouth to speak

" What do you think guys? Did he or didn't he do this to all of us?" B.J asks and he looks down at the pool of blood, everyone slowly rises from the blood, covered in it and blood running down out of their mouths. They all look at Hawkeye with hatred, hunger. 

" He did this. He did this to us." Everyone chanted as they slowly walk towards Hawkeye.  Hawkeye looks at B.J and glares, " I'm not gonna let you drown! I'll fix this okay?!" Hawkeye tried to pull his friend up but B.J pulled back.

" Let me go! I don't want to live another day in this place of hell!" B.J screeches at Hawkeye before Hawkeye manages to get free and race to the other end of the roof. However a hand reaches up and pulls themselves up onto that end of the roof, Margret. 

She stands there, smirking and staggers towards Hawkeye. 

" What's the matter hawk? Doesn't red look good on me?" Margret purred in too sickly sweet of a tone. 

" Margret no, not you." Hawkeye tries to run but slips on some blood, leaving him laid out on his back in front of Margret.

" Hahaha, this is a first. The ladies man Hawkeye running from a woman. Usually they'd have to beat you off with a stick," Margret snickers and makes her way steadily closer to the frightened Hawkeye.

" Listen Margret, please, whatever I did I am sorry. Let me help you." Hawkeye tries to sooth the nightmarish Hullihan, suddenly regretting trying to speak to her when he sees her glare.

" Help me? You think that you can help? You're the one who started this whole mess!!" Margret shouts, her hair frazzled by a sudden wind and the hospital roof starts to shake before tipping side ways making Hawkeye slide down towards the sea of blood. Hawkeye lets out a shout and latches his hand onto the roofs edge. Margaret laughs and walks on the tilted roof like it was just  normal as level ground, squatting down in front of Hawkeye  

   " M-margret help! Please! Pull me up!" Hawkeye pleads, his plea is answered by a cold hand around his. Relief washes over his face, until that hand suddenly lets go his eyes widen and he opens his mouth in disbelief while he falls looking at Margret as she waves her fingers at him in a bye-bye motion. 

Falling, it seemed like forever until his back smacked into the sea of blood soaking his clothes while hands emerged from the blood grabbing onto his arms and legs, slowly pulling him down.

" Hawkeye Hawkeye Hawkeye" They all chanted, dragging him down in the blood. Instead of struggling Hawkeye gave in to the darkness accepting his fate.

" Hawkeye, Hawkeye!" 

Hawkeye's eyes snap open when he hears B.J and yelps, sitting up

" Hawkeye, I've said your name at least fifteen times now." B.J says as he looks at his sweat drenched friend. Hawkeye swallows and looks around, dirty sock pile, gin machine, B.J looking normal with no blood. He's in the Swamp, no sea of blood, everything looks normal

" You alright Hawk?" B.J asks, seeing his friend a bit pale and shaken made B.J very concerned. He knew Hawkeye had over 28 hours doing meatball surgery and all his patients were kids, everyone was sickened to see kids laying on their tables shot or damaged from shelling but Hawkeye felt it worse.

  Kids that looked like they should be only hurt from falling out of a tree trying to sneak a peek in their crushes window, not have a bullet lodged in their liver. 

" Oh yeah. Fine Beej. Just used too strong of a dirty sock to filter our gin is all." Hawkeye mutters, trying to joke his way out of any more prying. 

" Hawk, you should rest."

Rest. Rest was the one thing that made Hawkeye afraid. Afraid to close his eyes and re-live that moment, drowning in blood with his friends accusing him for the whole mess. Dying knowing his friends and best friend hated him.

" No thanks, I've studied the insides of my eyelids too long I even have  given  them names." Hawkeye yawns, slowly standing up off his cot and pours gin in a beaker.

 " Shall we start the day off with some liver rot?" Hawkeye asks and looks over at B.J who watches Hawkeye.

" Have I ever said 'No' to throw back cyanide?" B.J smirks and takes a glass of the gin and drinks it before coughing. " Whoa ho, next time don't add Charles hair grease. It has too much lemon." B.J grimaces and Hawkeye takes a sip and yells.

" Waah! * Cough cough* uuck! Jeez, what the world- " Hawkeye sniffs the still and looks it over . " Did someone put dead snails in here?" He asks and reaches his hand in the still,slowly extracting lemon halves and cooked escargot. 

The two men stare at the contents in Hawkeyes hand. 

" If you don't throw up first I will," B.J says and turns his head away in disgust before Radars voice comes over the speakers.

" Attention! All personnel! Incoming choppers! Its back to work folks!" 

Hawkeye groans and B.J looks up. " Hey Hawk, stay here and I'll cover for you okay?" B.J offers and pats Hawkeyes shoulder.

" Thanks, and what about this?" Hawkeye asks and holds up the cooked snails to B.J making the latter cringe and back away. 

" No thanks, I'm not for eating something that looks like boogers with shells and smells like dead skunk." B.J replies and head out of the tent. 

Hawkeye looks over at their posh  Boston Massachusetts originator Charles Winchester's area of their tent and sees a box that says Escargot.

 He smirks and  casually shakes the box of the uncooked snails in Charles tea before wiping his hands off on the silk sheets of Charles' cot and makes his way over to his own 

Stretching out on it staring at the tents roof he lays contemplating his dream. What did it mean? Why did everyone blame him? 

Hawkeye shakes his head and rubs his eyes, he'd have to talk to Sydney soon about this.