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Ninth day of christmas (Hawkeye from MASH)

(A/n: Enjoy though it's not the best thing I have written :)!)

(Y/n's POV)
We had been in surgery for bordering on 15 hours. We hobbled out of the room after stripping off our bloodied gloves and aprons. I walked next to Hawkeye. I was staggering a little, I just thought it was because I was so tired.
"Two days till Christmas." I said to him as we walked through the center of camp.
"It's not so bad. I get to go to home sweet home to my favorite person."
"Aww! I love you too!"
"I mean my still! Who do you think I meant?"
"Ugh! Your such a Bastard!"
"Oh god, you know I meant you."
We were almost at the swamp and I grabbed Hawkeyes arm to steady myself.
"Hey, I said sorry."
"No, Hawkeye."
Then the edges of my vision blurred and started going black. I started letting up my grip on his arm as I fell.
"(Y/n)! Hey, hey. No, don't close your eyes."
My vision went black and I only heard the muffled sound of feet running on the dirt in camp.

I knew I was laying on my back, I just didn't know where. I couldn't open my eyes and my head hurt like hell. I moved my fingers then my arm. I felt a stiffness in my joints. I finally was able to open my eyes ever so slightly. I was in the recovery room at camp. I looked over to my right and saw Major Houlihan  walking up and down the isles between the beds.
"H-" I whispered the sound but her name got caught in my throat.
I cleared my throat and tried again
"Houlihan." Damn, too quite again.
"Major.... Houlihan."
She glanced over in my direction then went back to writing but stoped dead in her tracks. She put her pen in her pocket and put the clipboard back rushing over to me.
"(Y/n)? Did you say something?" She asks gently but with a worried tinge to her voice.
I nodded. She kneels down next to me and puts her hand on my head.
"Can you do it again?"
"Hot-lips!"
"Oh! Really! Did you have to?"
Again I nod. She rolls her eyes then stands up starts to walk away.
"Hawkeye?" I ask the best I can.
"Yes. I am going to get Dr. pierce."

After about ten minutes Hawkeye walks into the recovery ward and over to my bed.
"I heard you said your first words today."
I smile then nod. "Hot-lips."
"That's my boy!"
I reach out for his hand and he takes mine and kisses it gently, ignoring the other men around us.
"Why?"
"Why did you faint? Is that what your asking?"
I nod again.
"You had a Vasovagal syncope, or in other words, you fainted because you stood up too long plus the lack of sleep. Now here we are."
"How long was I out doc?" I said trying to use my best gangster voice.
"Only about a day, we gave you and IV with fluids and let you rest."
"Thanks doc!"
"You should be ready to come back to the swamp if you would like."
I start to sit up and Hawkeye helps me.

A little bit of a struggle later, I'm in my casual fatigues and am laying on my lousy excuse for a cot. Hawkeye is sitting next to me drinking his martini. I put my hand on his leg as I am reading he puts his hand over mine.
"Do you think we will ever get hurt by doing this so openly?"
"What is 'this'?"
"Holding hands, kissing, touching in general?"
"Well, not if we beg them not to!" He says sarcastically.
"Oh up yours. You know what I mean. When we leave this bubble of the 4077th."
"I don't know darling. Maybe."
"You know what I wish for?"
"The war to end?"
"Well yes, but I wish we could be living in a huge house in Maine. No one to bother us or judge us."
"Yes, That would be nice wouldn't it. No one to hear you scream my name."
"You dirty, sadistic, bastard."
"Hey, it was just a joke."
"I know, but, like, do you always have to?"
"Yeah."
I roll my eyes and pull my hand away.
He picks it back up and kisses the back of it.
"You know I'm kidding."
"I know, it just gets old."
"I'm sorry."
I pull my hand away again and push myself into a sitting position.
I tilt my head up and lean in and kiss his lips.
"I accept your apology."
He smiles and kisses my lips again.
"Lay back down."
I did as he told me and soon I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day there was a basket and a blanket next to the door. Hawkeye was passed out on his cot until Raider's bugle blew the national anthem waking us all up. I got up on my shaky legs and ran my hand through my hair. I took a minute to steady myself as Hawkeye got out of bed. I sat back down and put on my boots. He did the same. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked up and winked at me.
"Do you know what is with the basket?"
"Yeah, I convinced the cook to give me some snacks from the kitchen for a picnic."
"Oh! Thank you Hawkeye!"
"Do you want to go get some coffee then go to the spot?"
I nod then stand up and get my balance again. I took his hand and he picked up the basket and blanket as we left.

We had gotten coffee and I sitting on Hawkeye's lap leaning back on his chest as he leaned against a tree. Then it starts to snow as we are sitting there talking.
"Hey, I almost forgot what day it was!" Hawkeye says wrapping his arms around me.
"What day is it?"
"Christmas remember."
"Oh yeah! You are right! I'm sorry! I forgot your present in the tent."
"It's okay. Anyway, my present are these." He reaches into his pocket and fishes out two pieces of paper and unfolds one handing it to me.
"Two passes to Tokyo! Three days! Oh my Hawkeye, this is amazing."
"I'm glad your happy."
"Do you want to go back?"
"Yeah, it's getting cold."
We both get up and fold the blanket then start our trek back to camp.

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A/n: I am fully aware that this is the worst one I have written so far but, I hope you enjoyed anyway :)!