Short fic

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MASH fic. Not long. Okay, pathetically short. Enjoy!

SEEING

Fandom: MASH
Pairing: B-eye!
Warnings: Minor slashiness, odd point of view.
Category: Ficlet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this may or may not have happened. Hey, it's a cut scene. Title accidentally stolen from hawkeyesmartini. Oops. Just realised that...
Summary: Tom Straw can see, just not the way he wants to...

Tom Straw had been blind for three days and already he had learnt to rely on his other senses.

Newly sensitive ears picked up the screaming from across the compound. It came closer and closer, like a banshee from the stories he heard back at home, and he could swear it was about to pluck the life from him like it had his sight.

And then the screamer had entered post-op and he recognised the voice. It was Pierce, the wisecracking, cheerful surgeon who had treated, among others, the boy in the bed next to him. The one that had been sent home only a few hours before sunset.

What had happened to him?

And his stomach flip-flopped as he heard them discussing in hurried whispers (lucky for sharp ears) the optomistrist from the evac hospital, the one that had looked at his eyes and had not replied in words, and he could smell the nauseating stench of burnt flesh, and he knew that the doctor who had calmed down other patients with his sense of humour was now as blind as he was.

After a little while the others left - he could hear army boots on the floor. Pierce had stopped screaming a long time ago, but he could still hear soft whimpers of pain from across the room.

And then Tom could hear another voice - his own doctor, Hunnicutt. He liked Hunnicutt, who had told him to call him BJ and had told him about his little girl, Erin... and who had helped him write a letter and had told him that he was one of the lucky ones when he had started crying about being blind.

It seemed that Pierce liked Hunnicutt, too, because his whimpering had almost stopped completely, and if he strained he could just hear soft murmuring.

There was a harsh squeak and a rustle of sheets, and in his mind's eye Tom saw a tall doctor lying down next to his patient. He could almost picture the white bandages over Pierce's eyes, he had felt the same rough ones over his own before the optomitrist had arrived. He saw a hand reach up, brush over a pale face, wiping tears from beneath the bandage.

He didn't need to picture the next part - he could hear the unmistakable sound of a kiss, and calm, slow breaths as Pierce fell into an exhausted sleep.

In his mind's eye, Tom saw two human beings who shared something, and he didn't need vision to be able to see what it was.

Comments

[siggen1.livejournal.com]

Aaaawww... That's soooooo sweet:):)

[ryttu3k.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)