#apparently the Hawkeye episode is actually not a fan favorite. which blows my mind

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hello friend! have you finished MASH? I haven't ever read any MASH fic but if you feel like it how about something in the aftermath of either 9x10 Operation Friendship where BJ has compartment syndrome in his arm or from 4x18 Hawkeye where Hawkeye has a concussion and monologues the whole episode?

hello! not quite yet but i am getting through episodes scary fast. my daily routine has been lots of crocheting with mash on and i'm developing equal amounts of both carpal tunnel and brainrot. 4x18 (which hulu has as a different number for some reason) was literally one of my favorite episodes. alan alda singing broadway my beloved

"You are not Radar."

"Right again, Hawk."

Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, Hawkeye adds, “Unless you’ve grown a foot and a half.”

“Still me,” BJ confirms, gently smoothing hair off the side of Hawkeye’s skull. “After some questionable pantomimes and a terrible game of charades, Potter thought I’d better go grab you in case you were hurt. I guess it’s a good thing I did.”

“You missed my show,” Hawkeye pouts, a grimace appearing on his face as he tries to bat away BJ’s hands. “Ow. Stop it.”

“Hold still.”

“I could’ve gotten you first row seats, Beej.”

“There’s a lot of dried blood here. How long were you bleeding for?”

“You know, I got to hear all the greats before they came through New York.” When BJ touches a particularly tender spot, Hawkeye pulls out of his grasp, gasping with the movement. “Beej!”

“Sorry! Sorry.” At his friend’s betrayed look, BJ promises, “I won’t touch again. Lemme look at your eyes.”

“Why, I haven’t gotten permission from your father yet.”

“Hawk-”

“We’re not even on our third date.”

“Hawk! Look here. C’mon, you know concussion protocol just as well as I do.”

Finally following his directions, Hawkeye adds, “You know it’s actually a myth that concussed patients can’t sleep?”

“Your pupils are barely dilating,” BJ mumbles back, though mostly to himself. “Alright, c’mon Hawk, let’s get back to camp.”

Frowning, Hawkeye replies, “I haven’t finished my one man show.”

“Oh-ho, yes you have. Let’s up. Up and at ’em. There’s a bed in post-op with your name on it.”

It’s a tense few seconds, betrayal clouding over concussed eyes, before Hawkeye eventually acquiesces. “Fine. But I’m picking the radio.”

“Hawk, if you manage to get a station working on a jeep that doesn’t even have a radio, you can pick the music for as long as we’re in Korea.”