A/N: Excuses be damned, I've been putting off writing of for far too long. Here's another parody chapter that focuses on a somewhat of an aspect of the MASH series. Here we go. Oh yeah and, everything else will be updated soon. To tell the truth, 'The Temporary Switch' will end soon, because, frankly, I'm tired of writing it. I own none of the following things that involve the MASH characters. Well anyway;

The Post Operative ward was full of patients yet again. There had been a long OR session-about 36 hours worth-and the nurses and doctors on duty were very busy trying to rest the patient's needs something fierce. Infact, every doctor and nurse was on duty due to the demands made by the patients.

"Hey, doc!" one patient yelled.

Major Charles Emerson Winchester III rushed over to this man because he was the one who operated on him.

"Is something wrong, soldier?"

"How am I?"

Charles hesitated telling him that when he operated, he had to save both the leg and the hand. He saved the leg but not the hand.

"Well, your right leg and right hand were hurt on a massive scale, but we managed to save the leg."

"How about my hand?" The patient looked almost too scared to hear the truth.

"I'm afraid that your hand had to be amputated. But you must understand, every bone in your arm was shattered beyond repair and most of the skin was burnt off. There was no way to save it." There, he had said it in the Winchester way; eloquent and succinct.

"Oh, dammit!"

"Something wrong?"

"My life is my hands."

"What?" Charles was confused by this statement, but had a feeling that he had heard this before.

The patient was silent for a moment, but then he said, "I'm a concert pianist."

"A concert pianist?" Now Charles was sure he had heard this before.

"Yeah, that's right, a concert pianist."

Charles backed away slowly. It was too weird, he had already had a patient with the exact same problem. Although the dialog was different, it still was the same.

"Sara? Sara honey?"

Charles jumped at that. It was another patient he operated on, only this time he was sure he wouldn't make it, it was only a matter of time. He saw Nurse Kellye go over there to comfort the guy.

"I'm here." She said.

"Sara, I'm scared."

"What's there to be scared about?"

"Scared that I'll never see you again."

"Don't be, when you get discharged, we'll go on a picnic!" Kellye also knew that the patient wouldn't survive, she was just being nice.

"Yeah, I'll like that."

"I'll make fried chicken, water--"

"No, I never liked your fried chicken."

Nurse Kellye froze, she had a talk like this with another patient. They had had the same discussion but with different words.

"Alright, I'll make ham sandwiches." she simply said.

"Sara? Where are you? I can't hear you."

"I'm right here."

"Sara?" Then the patient seemed to relax, his eyes and mouth wide open. He was dead.

Nurse Kellye turned around and almost bumped into Major Winchester.

"Did you see that?" Nurse Kellye said.

"Yes I did. That happened before, didn't it?"

"Yes it did."

"Strange, I just got done talking to a patient who was upset that I amputated his hand."

"What's going on here?" Nurse Kellye asked, scared.

"I-I'm not sure." Charles whimpered.

Then all of a sudden, another Charles and Nurse Kellye appeared. They went to identical patients and received the situations but with different dialog. Needless to say, you know what happens next, reader.