*Daniel Pierce approached Hawkeye�s bed. �It�s time to get up, Hawkeye. Ben, please wake up!�
*Hawkeye was on his knees, his eyes tightly shut. �What�s wrong with me?� he asked the floor.
*Daniel, sitting at a table across from his son: �I just got you back, Ben. I don�t want to lose you again.�
�I survived Korea. This should be a piece of--� he held up a forkful of breakfast from his plate, �--scrambled eggs,� he announced.
*�90 percent�all risk,� the doctor told them.
�The worse the odds the better the winnings,� Hawkeye mumbled.
*Hawkeye reached out and grabbed the young nurse�s hand. �No, please stay.�
*�I want the surgery.�
�Hawkeye!� Daniel exclaimed.
*Hawkeye answered the phone. �Radar?�
*Radar sat on the carpet, back against the wall and phone to his ear: �You�get better. I want to visit you sometime.�
*�Jenny?�
�What?�
�When is your shift over?�
�Four,� she answered cautiously.
�Perfect!�
*Jenny got into the vehicle and placed her hand on the wheel. �Where to, sir?�
�Sir? Little formal. CLN.�
�The television studio?�
�Right-o.�
*Hawkeye sat on the chair and looked Jenny in the eyes. Then he took a deep breath and looked at the camera. �Action.�
*Hawkeye cleared the lump in his throat and again spoke to the camera. �I hope you all understood why I wanted to have the operation done. I�m sorry that it didn�t turn out the way we all wanted it to.�
*BJ leaned over the hospital bed and gave Hawkeye a big hug, then slapped him lightly on the arm. �You idiot! Why didn�t you call me?�
*�Hiya Beej. If you stick around, I can probably pull some strings so you can see my brain. Come on. It�s a once in a my lifetime experience!�
�Don�t be morbid.�
�How can I not? Such a cheery place, this.�
*Daniel watched BJ pace. �You�ll wear out the cheap carpeting if you continue like that.�
BJ stopped in mid step. �You sounded like Hawk when you said that.�
�Funny. I�ve always been told he sounds like me.�
*�Any word?� BJ asked Jenny.
*Daniel looked at BJ who was still reading the slip of paper with Hawkeye�s messy script scrawled across it. �It must be important to him,� he said.
�Like donating himself to science?� BJ asked quietly.
�You know my Ben.�
*�Damn you, Hawkeye!�