Finding The 4077th

Original Family

But he also didn't want to leave Hawkeye, just in case they took him away, and he was left alone again. That was Christopher's biggest fear at the moment, being left alone again.

So all Chris could do was wait and get his nerves under control and try to stop trembling.

Trapper suggested another game of poker, but Hawkeye refused. He got up and got himself a glass of homemade martini from the still. It was still early but one drink wouldn't hurt, right? He needed to calm down.

"Let's toast to nerves," He said, raising his glass to Trapper, who rolled his eyes, and Chris, who looked kinda queasy. He was so nervous he didn't hear the door of the tent but did notice his hand tremble a little before he gulped his drink away in one go quickly.

"Well, I don't have to be a psychiatrist to know that's an indication that you're nervous!"

Sidney announced, smiling gently, as he entered the Swamp, behind him walked a stranger. The new man had dark blond hair and slight beard growth.

Chris dropped his book and the color on his face vanished, making him pale as a ghost. He stood up and took a step backward in fear, eyes darting towards where the new man stood and where the door closed behind him.

"Sidney! How do you keep doing that? Walking in at a time I look like a boozer. Yes, of course, I'm nervous !" Hawkeye began shakily before he looked at Chris.

He saw Chris looking like an unbound mummy.

He went into doctor mode. Going over to the boy he ignored the men, he got on eye level with the boy and asked.

"Hey, are you okay kiddo?" Taking the small face between his hands gently. He didn't feel cold or too hot. He checked his vital signs and looked the boy in the eye.

Chris looked back at Hawkeye and shakily nodded. He was just terrified, nothing new! He could handle it.

When Hawkeye saw that Chris slowly started to feel better, he noticed his color returning as well, he turned back to the men.

Hawkeye saw the blond man look curiously at Chris.

"Ohh wow, Wouter, Ik heb je voor het laatst gezien toen je 6 jaar was. Je bent gegroeid." The blond man said with a slightly sad smile.

Chris gasped as he heard that. The language stirred up memories, which in turn brought the feeling of suffering and sorrow. He wanted to run and hide, looking for his escape.

Panic overtook his mind before getting into his body and he bolted from his bunk directly to the door to get out of the room.

Hawkeye was quicker though and got him in his arms before he even got two steps in the direction.

Chris was trembling and breathing rapidly.

He understood every word. And he even knows that name! He couldn't remember but it made him sad. He didn't want to hear it. It hurt too much to hear it.

Tears clung to his eyelashes. He didn't want to remember. He just wanted everyone besides Hawkeye to go away. He just needed Hawkeye.

"What did you say to him?" Hawkeye demanded more angrily than he should.

"I rarely get this reaction." This bolting happens rarely, and Hawkeye didn't like it at all.

"I'm sorry," The man said, looking with wide eyes at the scared little boy. Hawkeye noticed the man himself was still young as well, then he recalled this must be the 19-year-old uncle.

He even resembled Chris a little as well, his eyes and hair were darker and he had a slightly different face shape but they had the same eye form and kinda the same nose, but not exactly.