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Just Sleepy

Pairing: B.J. Hunnicutt x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You accidentally fall asleep with your head on B.J.’s shoulder. 

Warning: Description of fatigue

     It had been a long day of surgery. Ten hours, maybe twelve. Maybe twenty. You didn’t remember and you didn’t really care. You’d only lost a few wounded men, which was worth noting because you’d operated on hundreds in total. Everyone had taken shifts working and assisting. 

You hadn’t. 

     Maybe the opportunity hadn’t arisen. Maybe someone had offered and you turned them down. The one thing you could clearly recall about the day was the sensation of B.J.’s shoulder pressed against yours from time to time, his quiet voice asking you if you were all right to continue. You had always nodded yes, and passed him the tool he asked for. 

     “How’s she doing?” Hawkeye asked, his voice distant in the dark abyss you found yourself swimming in. 

     “Hard to tell.” B.J.’s voice. “She didn’t leave my side the whole time. Not even when I left my side to get food.” 

     “I thought she went with you.” Potter sounded concerned. 

     “She didn’t.” B.J. replied. He sounded concerned too. 

     Just when you were toying with the idea of blocking them all out and slipping further into the abyss the thing your head rested on moved, causing you to startle and open your eyes. You were in the changing room. Hawkeye, Potter and Winchester were all standing around you, their own fatigue seemingly forgotten as they looked at you. B.J. was beside you. You must have fallen asleep on his shoulder. The thought caused you to rub at your burning eyes in an attempt to conceal the rush of embarrassment flooding your face. 

     “Sorry, guys,” your voice sounded soft and scratchy. “How many more casualties?” You started to get up. 

     “Hold up now,” B.J. took you by the arm, keeping you beside him easily. 

     “Easy now, soldier.” Potter’s voice was unusually soft. His bedside voice. “We’re done with casualties. Stitched the last one up about an hour ago.” 

     “How’re you feeling?” Hawkeye asked. 

     “A superfluous question, Pierce, considering she’s clearly not feeling fine and dandy.” Winchester pursed his lips for a moment as he looked you over. “Exactly how do you feel?” 

     Hawkeye rolled his eyes. “Great question, Charles.” 

     “Too many doctors can ruin the soup, gentleman.” B.J. put a hand to your forehead, shushing you as you leaned into his hand, the sensation nearly sending you back to sleep. 

     “I hear ya, B.J.,” Potter straightened and sat back. “You take the lead on this. Make sure she gets some rest.” 

     “Come on, sweetheart.” B.J. slipped an arm around your shoulders. “I’ve got you.” 

     “I’m fine, I promise. I’m fine.” You tried to push him away as B.J. pulled your limp form into his arms. 

     B.J. shushed you, guiding your head to rest once more on his shoulder. “Go back to sleep.” 

     “I’m just sleepy.” You mumble, eyes falling shut once more. 

      “I know.” A smile tainted B.J.’s lips as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Just sleep.” 

     You did as he asked, slipping once more into the dark abyss of sweet, blissful sleep within the safety of B.J.’s arms. 

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Sleep

Pairing: B.J. Hunnicutt x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You and B.J. steal a few hours in his cot alone, allowing you to get some much needed sleep. 

Warning: Sharing a bed (nothing explicit), description of extreme exhaustion

     “B.J.,” you reached out for him, your words slurred from sleep. “Baby,”

     B.J.’s hand slid around your waist, wordlessly pulling you back against his chest in the cot you both shared. The two of you were in the Swamp alone. Winchester was gone to Tokyo and wouldn’t know any better. Hawkeye was on his post-op shift, but he never minded if you spent the night. Just as long as you two behaved yourselves, he’d tease.

     It was hard to even think of breaking this rule whenever you and B.J. had the chance to sleep together. You usually bunked in the nurse’s tent, but they would often be loud and rowdy long into the night. It was so bad that you rarely got more than a couple hours of sleep before your early morning shift. When anyone asked you insisted that everything was fine. You didn’t want the nurses to get in trouble just for letting off steam. 

     Of course, B.J. knew the truth. He knew that the lack of sleep was slowly causing you to lose your ability to think straight. That you had grown sensitive to loud noise and bright light. He had brought you countless cups of coffee during your shift, always kissing your head to check if you had a fever and caressing your neck to feel for a pulse. 

     If you didn’t get rest soon then it was only a matter of time before you got sick. That’s why as soon as Winchester announced he was leaving for Tokyo B.J. began switching shifts around so that the two of you would be off at the same time. He had been there to walk you to the Swamp when you got out of post-op. He had helped you take your shoes off and kissed and held you until you fell asleep. 

     Now you were awake, disoriented and confused. What time was it? Were you late for your shift? You gave a soft whimper, shaking you head against the overwhelming need for sleep that pushed your eyes shut. 

     “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” B.J. rubbed his hand up and down your side, your restlessness causing him to wake up. 

     “My shift,” 

     “I asked one of the nurses to double up and switch shifts with you. You get a day off.” 

     “Winchester,” 

     “He won’t be back for another three days.” B.J. shifted beside you, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your cheek, your head, your neck. “Shh, hush now. Go back to sleep.” 

     You nodded, relaxing as B.J. continued to kiss you and pull the blankets up around your shoulders. After a few moments he settled back beside you, holding you close as if the two of you had been sleeping together forever and not since the start of the war. 

     As sleep overcame you B.J.’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining as a silent reminder that he was going to be there when you woke up. Now, and forever. 

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Falling

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You take a nasty fall while helping Klinger put up a banner. 

Warning: Description of fall and resulting injuries (concussion, blood, unconsciousness)

     “A little to the left, Klinger.” You threw a cautious glance over your shoulder at the ground below. “Careful now.” 

     “I got it, I got it,” Klinger shuffled forward on the wooden plank stretched out between two support beams stretching ten feet up in the air. His eyes were fixated on his feet, one hand gripping the beam, the other holding the banner you two had been told to put up. “Why did they have to choose me?” He moaned. “Why not Radar or Hawkeye or anyone else in this entire camp!” 

     “Don’t look down so much, you’re gonna make the banner crooked.” You reached into your pocket and withdrew one of the nails stored there, taking the hammer out from under your arm and beginning to nail one corner of the banner in place. “And I am not coming back up here to fix it.” 

     Klinger gulped. “You and me both.” 

     “What in the Sam hill are you two doing up there?!” Potter’s booming voice caused Klinger to wobble and you to nearly drop the hammer. 

     You steadied yourself against the beam as you looked to see Potter, B.J. and Hawkeye staring up at you. Hawkeye. The sight of his smile alone had your skin tingling. You looked away in embarrassment. Everyone liked Hawkeye. Especially the nurses, even though they pretended otherwise. The thought of him being interested in you was improbable, if not utterly impossible. It made it hard to look him in the eye sometimes, the embarrassment and agony of loving someone while knowing they don’t love you in return. 

     “Putting the banner up, sir! Just like you asked!” Klinger called, gesturing for emphasis. “Although I’d much rather be digging new latrines!” 

     “Klinger, stop moving!” You grabbed the beam with both hands as the plank under you vibrated with his movements. A rush of panic flooded over you. You dropped the hammer. 

     “Sorry, sorry,” Klinger stilled, but not soon enough. 

     “Klinger!” You tilted backward and lost your balance, gasping as you crashed into the ground below. 

Darkness consumed you. 

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     When you woke, it felt as though you had been unconscious for hours. But as your vision began to clear, you realized that you were still on the ground where you fell. People were kneeling beside you. More people had formed a crowd, talking and looking on at a short distance. 

     “How long was that?” Hawkeye asked.

     “Couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes.” Potter answered.  

     “Sure sign of a concussion, Hawk.” B.J. was there as well. 

     You blinked your eyes open and winced. When did the sun get so bright? You shifted and whimpered as your head erupted in pain. 

     “Hey, don’t move.” B.J. put a hand to your shoulder. “You fell and hit your head. Hawkeye needs to see if you’ve broken anything before we move you.” 

     Your heart stuttered. You felt Hawkeye’s hands on your ribcage and you closed your eyes tight against the tears welling up inside of you. You had fallen in front of Hawkeye and now he had to fix the mess you had made. It was too much. 

     “Does that hurt?” Hawkeye asked. 

     You shook your head hard, biting your lip and turning your head towards B.J.. 

     “Be honest with us.” B.J. wiped some of the dirt from your face. 

     “No.” You whispered, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t.” 

     “What about here?” 

     “No.” 

     “Here?” 

     “Hawkeye, there’s blood.” 

     You opened your eyes at Potter’s voice, struggling to lift your head up enough to look. 

     “Easy, easy.” B.J. pressed you back down. 

     “Hey, look at me.” Hawkeye leaned over you, causing you to cringe. “How many nails did you have in your pocket?” 

     “I...I don’t know.” You looked up at him, your embarrassment momentarily forgotten. “Three or four, I think.” You made a move to push yourself up again. “Let me see,” 

     “Stay down.” Hawkeye helped B.J. to keep you in place. 

     “But I can’t feel anything, I don’t know how bad it is,” 

     “The shock is setting in.” Potter muttered, raising his voice. “Get that gurney over here, now!” 

     “Hawkeye,” you breathed. 

     “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” Hawkeye mustered a smile as he looked between you and your leg. “Nothing I can’t fix, you’re gonna be fine.” 

     “Hawk,” you felt yourself growing sleepy, this time welcoming the darkness as it swept over you. 

     “No, don’t fall asleep. We need that gurney!” 

     “I’m sorry,” you shook your head, a single tear slipping free. “I’m sorry.” 

     “The only one who’s got something to apologize for is the idiot who told you to get up there in the first place.” Hawkeye brushed the tear from your face. “Hang on for me, sweetie. Hang on.” 

But you were already gone. 

Part 2

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Hurts to Breathe

Pairing: B.J. Hunnicutt x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After getting hit by a runaway cart, you wake up in post-op suffering from broken ribs and intense pain. B.J. does everything in his power to help.

Warnings: Intense pain, broken bones. Drug usage in medical context.

     The first thing you were conscious of was the pain. A pain that settled over your mind like a foggy haze, swirling and pressing against you. It was worse in your right side, a kind of pain that made it hard to think or even breathe. 

     You furrowed your brow and whimpered. You could hear voices. Klinger. And B.J.. Your heart began to beat faster, fingers gripping the blanket pulled over you. 

     “Very chic, Klinger.” 

     “I just threw it on.” 

     You remembered what happened. One of the locals lost control of his cart and sent it careening through the 4077. You and B.J. had been walking to the mess tent when it happened. You had both seen the cart...and the stray dog in its way. 

     You remembered B.J. breaking out into a run. But you were faster. The dog yelped when you scooped her up, the cart rumbling towards you. There had been a quick, sharp pain in your side. B.J. was yelling. The dog was barking. You were on the ground. And then it all went black. 

     And now here you were, lying in a cot in post-op. Had you been in surgery? You cringed as the pain grew worse. Why was there an iv in your arm? How bad was it? You needed to see B.J.. He had to make the pain stop. 

     You opened your eyes and blinked against the light. “B.J.,” your voice was hoarse, no more than a whisper. 

     “Hey, I’m here. I’m here, baby,” the cot dipped as B.J. sat beside you. “How’s my girl doing?” 

     “What’s...What’s...” You licked your lips and closed your eyes, brow furrowing as you tried to steady your breaths. 

     “Well, you saved the dog, but not two of your ribs.” B.J.’s fingers encircled your wrist and felt your pulse. “Had to put a couple stitches in, but other than that you’re gonna be just fine.” 

     “It hurts. Hurts to breathe.”

     “Nurse, ready another shot of morphine for the drip.”

     “Yes, Doctor.”

     “B.J., no.” Your brow furrowed, fingers grasping at the sleeve of his white coat. “Don’t want…too strong.”

     “Easy. Easy now.” B.J. hushed you, smoothing the furrows from your brow with gentle caresses. “It’s just a mild dose. You’ll be all right. Trust me.”

     A tear slid down your cheek. “It hurts.” You whimpered.

     “Nurse,”

     “Here’s the morphine, Doctor.”

     You cringed at the sudden closeness of her voice. Which nurse was that? When had she transferred to the 4077th? B.J. squeezed your hand, quieting your uneasiness, drawing your thoughts back to him.

     “Should you check the bandages?” The nurse asked, sounding hesitant. 

     “It can’t make any difference.” B.J.’s voice was strained, as if the pain you felt was coursing through him as well. “We just need to let the bones heal.”

     “I’m administering the morphine.”

     “Hang on, sweetie. Hang on.”

     The seconds stretched on for an eternity. But then the first sensation of morphine entered your system, sweet and light and numbing. So blissfully numbing. You began to truly cry then, relieved beyond words that the pain was gone. 

     B.J. hushed you, holding your hand, brushing the hair off your sweaty forehead. Reminding you in whispers how much he loved you. He stayed by your bed until the morphine had taken over completely, allowing the darkness to claim you once more.

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Just a Cough

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!reader x B.J. Hunnicutt (platonic)

Category: Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: After going on night watch with Klinger, you develop a nasty cold. And while you pretend that it’s nothing more than a cough, Hawkeye and B.J. know better. 

Warning: Mention of cold symptoms (aching, cough, fever) 

     You coughed again, attempting to pass it off as a simple clearing of the throat. Potter had called you, BJ and Hawkeye into his office to discuss plans regarding the local orphanage. Potter had been pretending not to notice your coughing, while the boys kept giving you looks.

     It wasn’t until after a particularly bad bout of coughing that Potter looked up from his papers. “You all right there?”

     “Yeah.” You shrugged and wrapped your arms about your aching sides. “Just a cough.”

     “Just a cough, she says.” Hawkeye’s smirk was both sarcastic and concerned. “What do you think, BJ? Just a cough?”

     “I doubt that cough is by its little old lonesome.” BJ looked over at Potter. “Should we get a third opinion?”

     “This probably has something to do with you taking the night watch last night with Klinger.” Potter took in your appearance over the top of his glasses. “Did you wear all the layers I told you to wear?”

     “Every one of them.” You looked up at BJ as he crossed to you, tensing as he put his fingers to the side of your neck. “Beej,”

     “Your glands are swollen.” His fingers were gentle as he examined you, noting how you flinched and tried to pull your head away when he touched a particularly painful spot. “And tender.”

     “This meeting can wait. You boys go tuck her into bed and make sure it’s nothing serious.”

     “Colonel, I’m fine.” You pushed BJ’s hands away only to have Hawkeye come over and feel your forehead. “There’s no need, I’ll go to my tent and stay there until it passes or the choppers come. Whichever happens first.”

     “We’re gonna get you in an ice bath is what will happen first.” Hawkeye’s smirk had vanished completely. “You’re burning up with a fever.”

     “Having trouble breathing?” BJ pressed a hand to your chest, feeling the vibrations of your every rattling, pained breath.

     “Get her out of here and into an exam room. That’s an order, gentleman.”

     “Right. Come on, honey.” Hawkeye wrapped his warm, strong arm around you, causing you to lean against him gratefully.

     “I hate you two.” You muttered.

     “We feel the same way.” BJ slipped his arm around you as well. “I’m speaking to the cough, of course.”

     You grimaced but chose not to resist as the two best doctors in the world escorted you out of Potter’s office.

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That Time of the Month

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!reader x BJ Hunnicutt

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Your two favorite surgeons give you some much needed love and attention during an especially rough time of the month. 

Warning: Description of period symptoms, especially pain. Drinking, insinuative flirting. 

     “Guys, stop it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You were blushing as you took another sip of the potent clear liquid Hawkeye had poured into your martini glass. “I always have aches during...you know,”

     “But we’ve never seen you double over because of it.” Hawkeye replied.

     “You just haven’t noticed.” You grimaced as the words left your mouth. “I mean, uh,”

     “Have you been to a doctor about it?” BJ’s expression was gentle, his questions a cross between concerned boyfriend and probing surgeon.

     You nodded. “Back in the states. He said I was fine, it just…it really hurts sometimes.”

     “Are you in pain now?” Hawkeye’s gaze slowly traveled over your body, a gesture that normally would have made you smile but now made you squirm.

     “Yeah.” You put a hand to the ache in your lower abdomen that spread from there all the way down to your thighs. “I took something for it.”

     “When?”

     “Two hours ago.”

     “You were doubled over less than an hour ago, baby.” B.J. and Hawkeye shared a look.

     “I’m fine, you guys.” You drained the martini glass and set it aside. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it anyway.” You kept your hand on the pulsing ache as you stood, pretending that the act of moving alone wasn’t wrought with pain. “It’s just a part of life.”

     “Well I don’t know about B.J. but I’m not gonna let you walk out of here that easy.” Hawkeye stood up as well. “The least we can do is make you comfortable.”

     “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” You were hesitant as Hawkeye crossed to you. “I think it goes without saying that I’m not in the mood.”

     Hawkeye gave you one of his iconic grins. “Come here,” he wrapped his arms about you carefully and pulled you close.

     You closed your eyes and hugged him back as his warmth enveloped you and began to soothe your aching body. It felt heavenly, being cocooned up in his arms and pressed against him.

     You exhaled deeply. “You even took a shower.” You hummed.

     “A shower isn’t a bad idea.” B.J. came up behind you and squeezed your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. “Might make you feel better.” 

     You shook your head and pressed your face into Hawkeye’s chest. “No hot water.” You muttered. 

     “If you bring the water we’ll bring the hot.” Hawkeye chuckled as you swatted his back, carding his fingers through your hair as he held you close. 

     “How about some hot water in bottle form? Then some extra blankets and stronger meds. Maybe even a massage or two.” 

     “Or ten.” Hawkeye looked down at you. “What do you think, honey?” 

     “You guys have a shift in post-op, don’t you?” You pulled back from Hawkeye to look between the two of them.  

     “We’ll just have to take turns taking care of you.” Hawkeye kissed you before you could try to tell them you were fine. 

     “Guys,” you broke the kiss. “It’s just that time of the month.” 

     “Come on, baby. Let us take care of you.” B.J.’s warm chest pressed against your back, rubbing your arms and smiling when you looked up at him. “Your dating two doctors. What did you expect?” 

     “I never thought I’d date one doctor, let alone two.” You nuzzled back against B.J. and nodded. “All right. Do your worst.” 

     “I thought you said you weren’t in the mood.” Hawkeye winced as both you and B.J. slapped him. “Just a joke, just a joke. I promise.” 

     “You two are awful.” You moaned, nestling yourself between them once more. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

     “Trust me,” B.J.’s smiling lips peppered your cheek with kisses. “We know.” 

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