"Wait here," he tells her, then gets up from the table. Leaving her for the moment, he manages to rummage up a simple sandwich and a cup of jello, green though it is. He spends a brief moment trying to chat up a nurse into getting him another flavour, but as suspected, there's nothing else on hand. He's beginning to think it's some kind of cosmic joke, some last slap in the face from the war, but he shakes it off.
When he finds her again, he deposits his findings on the table in front of her, gesturing for her to eat. She needs to get her strength up, that much is obvious. He's not about to leave her in peace until he can be sure she can make it back to her room again without collapsing in the hall.
"Dr Pierce," he tells her when he sits down again, leaning back in the chair. The white coat is a pretty good giveaway, but he supposes she has a point. "My friends call me Hawkeye."
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Date: 2017-05-20 07:03 am (UTC)When he finds her again, he deposits his findings on the table in front of her, gesturing for her to eat. She needs to get her strength up, that much is obvious. He's not about to leave her in peace until he can be sure she can make it back to her room again without collapsing in the hall.
"Dr Pierce," he tells her when he sits down again, leaning back in the chair. The white coat is a pretty good giveaway, but he supposes she has a point. "My friends call me Hawkeye."