It was a strange sight to see a wounded women in a M*A*S*H unit, Hawkeye mused. She had lain in the same position for the past two days. He had been shocked to see her in along with the other wounded. He remembered how she had looked then and compared it with how she looked now. As she had become healthy, which made her increasingly better looking she had had to be moved to the end bed, with a screen put around the bed to stop her admirers staring at her and so that the medical staff could supervise her condition and that of the other patients. Her fellow patients had recognised her as a small time model and occasional actress, and had become obsessed with the only woman who was not a nurse and who could possibly be single.
She certainly looked like a model or an actress. She was tall, just shorter than his own 6 foot 1½ inches. Her legs could stop a man dead in his tracks at twenty paces, they were long and slender and shapely. Enough to drive a man’s libido into overload, he thought with a wry grin.  He had seen many beautiful women, but there was something about this one. He had been shocked to see her red-gold hair and the odd coloured blue eyes. They were such a dark shade of blue that they bordered on violet. Apparently that had been her defining feature as well as her face and body. But the patients had called her Jenna-Lyn, where as her dog tags said her name was Major Jennifer Jean Johnson.
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Jenny woke in a strange bed. It was lumpy and uncomfortable, and there was a lump right at the bottom of her spine and it hurt. She shifted her position and instantly regretted it, as a shaft of pain shot from her shoulder right through to her fingers and a jolt of pain sliced through her stomach. “Hey easy there, sleeping beauty! We don’t want you ruining all my hard work on that shoulder, now do we?,” a man drawled. He was sitting somewhere beside her, but she was to busy trying to stop herself from crying out with her pain to take any notice. He continued, not bothering to hear her reply, “Are you okay? You’ve gone pale. Damn it, you’re in pain why didn’t you say something?”
“I can’t say it hurts if you don’t let me get a word in edge ways. Now can I?” She grimaced as he moved the bandage on her shoulder, but it didn’t hurt anymore. She opened her eyes to see who it was. She was shocked when she was confronted with a handsome doctor, or was it surgeon? He had black hair, which flopped over his forehead, with what looked like a few grey hairs. That wasn’t surprising if he had been here for a few years, it was stressful and often scary; so that probably a fair few men would have a few pre-mature greys. But on this man they gave him a sexy, almost distinguishing look. His eyes were his best feature though; they were a gorgeous shade of blue. They were serious at the moment as he was concentrating on her wounds, but she’d bet her bottom dollar that they would sparkle in laughter and have little crinkle lines at the sides.
She coughed a little to clear her throat, before saying “Hello Doc. How long have I been out of it? Oh, and which M*A*S*H unit is this?” He seemed shocked at her comprehension of where she was, and that she would ask such a question. She giggled weakly, but gasped as it hurt. He gave her a wry smile before saying, “Oh ho! We have a smart miss here, BJ. You’re in the best M*A*S*H unit around, little lady. You are currently staying in the 4077th‘s Luxury suite. I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay. You’ve been here for the last two days, sleeping quite nicely. Except for the odd bit of snoring, of course!” He grinned at her indignant face and quick denial. “Oh, and the name’s Hawkeye, not Doc.”
She frowned at the name. Hawkeye ... Hawkeye ... now where have I heard that name before? Then it clicked into place. Bingo! He was Captain Benjamin Franklin Peirce, but better known as Hawkeye. He was a top notch surgeon, the best in the unit, possibly the whole of Korea. And he was a notorious lady’s man. So you better watch it my girl, she thought to herself. “Well Hawkeye, I can’t say it’s nice to meet you in the circumstances, and as you probably know my name’s Jennifer but please call me Jen or Jenny. I’ll box you if you call me Jennifer, at least when I can anyway.” She moved and grimaced with the pain in her stomach. “Urrrrm, Hawkeye! Can I ask you a question?” At his nod, she continued “How many bullets did you get out of my stomach? Because it’s killing me, every little movement I make it feels like someone’s stabbing me. I was shot twice in the stomach, if I remember rightly. And once in the shoulder, and you would know that of course!” She flinched as he cursed, and soon wished she hadn’t.
“Frank!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. The man he had called BJ came rushing over. He was as tall as Hawkeye; but had blond hair, an odd looking moustache, and a wedding ring (which Hawkeye lacked).  Another older man with grey/white hair and glasses, who BJ addressed as Colonel Potter, came up to the end of the bed to join him. And he was being followed by a blonde woman and a younger man, who also wore glasses and had a cute young-looking face. Colonel Potter asked Hawkeye, “What’s the matter lad?” To which he got a terse reply of “Frank’s gone and left a bullet in her stomach!” He was gesturing towards Jenny as he said this. “She’s in agony. Every time she moves, it feels like someone’s stabbing her. I was working on her at the same time as Frank and I only saw him take out one bullet. She says she was shot twice in the stomach.”
At that precise moment, a man walked in. He was slightly shorter than both Hawkeye and BJ. And she saw to her amusement it looked as if he had no lips and no chin to speak of. He wore a Major’s clusters, and she realised that it must be Major Frank Burns.  He approached the group that had assembled at the end of her bed, Hawkeye however was still sitting next to her bed and at some point had taken her hand in his. He began to run his thumb across the back of her hand absently in a comforting manner, as he yelled at Frank. “Were you born an idiot or is it something you worked at Frank? Did you root around in her stomach to make sure there was only one bullet? No, of course you didn’t Frank. You’ve left a bullet in her Frank! Oh my Lord!” he exclaimed. She had gone green due to feeling sick because of how they were discussing about routing around inside her body like it was a normal thing.  I feel faint, she thought dizzily before she closed her eyes, paled and fainted dead away. She never knew about the rush and mini crisis that followed her fainting. She was rushed into Pre-Op to have an emergency surgery; where Hawkeye operated, Major Margaret ‘Hotlips’ Houlihan assisted him, BJ as the gasman, with Father Mulcahy (who was praying all the while), Colonel Potter (who as now cursing Frank Burns under his breath) and Radar (who was worrying throughout the surgery) as an audience.