It's a relatively quiet day at the hospital, which Hawkeye is both grateful for and bored by. Between the hospital and the classes at night at Barton Medical, he's beginning to remember what it's like to be tired all the time. The first few weeks in Darrow had been like a holiday, sleeping in till late morning, no choppers, no announcements, no wounded. No responsibilities. Darrow General is nothing like the 4077th had been, so he has that perspective, at least. Nothing is ever going to be as bone-draining exhausting as the war had been, but he is starting to mainline coffee.
In Korea it had been gin. He'd always made sure he was fit to be in surgery (with one, awful exception), but here things aren't quite the same. He still needs something to get him through the long days and long nights, so coffee it is.
He has a paper cup of it in his hand as he walks down the hall, on his way to try and find a sandwich at one of the vending machines. They have him back in residency, which is a blow to his ego, but necessary. He's sixty-five years behind and his ego can be as large as it likes, he still has enough presence of mind to know he's not able to just walk back into being Chief of Surgery. Necessary, but teeth-grinding all the same.
He sees a woman reach for a wall and Hawkeye puts the coffee on a table nearby and goes to her side immediately, a supporting hand on her shoulder. As soon as he's close enough he sees Aurora's face and he frowns. "Aurora?" He hadn't even known she was in hospital. He saw her not long ago and she'd been just fine, but he knows that's not necessarily any kind of indication.
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Date: 2017-05-09 02:35 pm (UTC)In Korea it had been gin. He'd always made sure he was fit to be in surgery (with one, awful exception), but here things aren't quite the same. He still needs something to get him through the long days and long nights, so coffee it is.
He has a paper cup of it in his hand as he walks down the hall, on his way to try and find a sandwich at one of the vending machines. They have him back in residency, which is a blow to his ego, but necessary. He's sixty-five years behind and his ego can be as large as it likes, he still has enough presence of mind to know he's not able to just walk back into being Chief of Surgery. Necessary, but teeth-grinding all the same.
He sees a woman reach for a wall and Hawkeye puts the coffee on a table nearby and goes to her side immediately, a supporting hand on her shoulder. As soon as he's close enough he sees Aurora's face and he frowns. "Aurora?" He hadn't even known she was in hospital. He saw her not long ago and she'd been just fine, but he knows that's not necessarily any kind of indication.