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badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-08 06:24 pm
badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-08 06:24 pm
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M*A*S*H Triple Drabble: One Day Of Nothing
Title: One Day Of Nothing
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Hawkeye, BJ.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Summary: Nothing is happening at the 4077. For once everywhere is quiet.
Written For:
cornerofmadness’s prompt ‘M.A.S.H. any, a rare day off,’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
comment_fic.Disclaimer: I don’t own M*A*S*H, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple Drabble.
No casualties to deal with. None. No incoming helicopters bearing the critically wounded and dying, no ambulances roaring into camp, not even the distant boom of mortar rounds and rattle of gunfire carried on the breeze.
No surgeries, all patients stable and under the dedicated care of the nurses. No sudden emergency as some poor kid unexpectedly takes a turn for the worse. No blood, no screaming, no urgent voices demanding instruments, x-rays, another unit of type O.
It’s as if the war has decided to take the day off without telling anyone.
Hawkeye stands in the middle of camp, in the bright sunshine, and simply breathes. How long has it been since he was last able to do nothing and just BE? He’s a surgeon with no one to operate on, his hands idle, his whole body relaxed. He slept last night with no interruptions, doesn’t even remember dreaming, and now this.
He spent breakfast waiting for the sirens to start, for Radar to come over the PA system telling everyone casualties were incoming, but here it is, midmorning, and all is still quiet.
“What’re you doing?” BJ ambles over, hands in pockets, to stand beside him.
“Nothing. You?”
“Same.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen this place so quiet. Makes a change, doesn’t it?”
“It won’t last. Never does.”
“Pessimist.”
“Realist,” BJ corrects.
“So it won’t last. All the more reason to enjoy it while it does.”
“Doing what?”
“Nothing. I might walk down by the river and not fish, or maybe sit in the shade and not think; I could easily fill a whole day doing absolutely nothing. Think about it. Most days, even when we’re not busy saving lives we’re trying to fit in all the things that make life worth living. Today, I just wanna live.”
The End
No surgeries, all patients stable and under the dedicated care of the nurses. No sudden emergency as some poor kid unexpectedly takes a turn for the worse. No blood, no screaming, no urgent voices demanding instruments, x-rays, another unit of type O.
It’s as if the war has decided to take the day off without telling anyone.
Hawkeye stands in the middle of camp, in the bright sunshine, and simply breathes. How long has it been since he was last able to do nothing and just BE? He’s a surgeon with no one to operate on, his hands idle, his whole body relaxed. He slept last night with no interruptions, doesn’t even remember dreaming, and now this.
He spent breakfast waiting for the sirens to start, for Radar to come over the PA system telling everyone casualties were incoming, but here it is, midmorning, and all is still quiet.
“What’re you doing?” BJ ambles over, hands in pockets, to stand beside him.
“Nothing. You?”
“Same.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen this place so quiet. Makes a change, doesn’t it?”
“It won’t last. Never does.”
“Pessimist.”
“Realist,” BJ corrects.
“So it won’t last. All the more reason to enjoy it while it does.”
“Doing what?”
“Nothing. I might walk down by the river and not fish, or maybe sit in the shade and not think; I could easily fill a whole day doing absolutely nothing. Think about it. Most days, even when we’re not busy saving lives we’re trying to fit in all the things that make life worth living. Today, I just wanna live.”
The End
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