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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Damn," says Hawkeye, "damn, damn, damn!"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recognizes that he has not just stepped into the scrub room, that the piece of furniture he just threw his surgical cap down on wasn't the sink.

(He's in short-sleeved scrubs, red down his front and up his bare arms from the wrist to the elbow. He's moving slow and a little unsteady. His face is lined with the kind of exhaustion that only hits after the second, third, and fourth winds have come and gone.)

One bloody arm wrapped around himself, his head hanging: "Damn."

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[simon_doctor]

Simon raises his own glass, and clinks it against Hawkeye's.

"I can drink to that."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"What a coincidence," says Hawkeye. "Me too."

And he does.