CHAPTER 1

Tony Grounds will have completed the final scenes and this is just how I would like to see the ending. Our Girl is great and has got me back to my love of writing and a little time to remind me about army life.

Molly sprints to the field hospital to see Captain James being wheeled into theatre as his blood pressure is dropping and it is imperative the surgeons stabilise his gunshot wounds and the open fracture of his tibia.

Jackie, the medic heads to the intensive care to help look after Smurf as he has been stabilised until he can go to theatre as all the surgeons on call need to stabilise Captain James urgently.

Molly manages to drop into a chair before she falls to the ground. " Boss man can't die," she plays over and over in her head. He had said he was sorry twice and that was almost like he was saying goodbye. "No, No. I will not let that happen. He's mine and I will fight for him – for us"

Was it hours or minutes later when Jackie tapped her on the shoulder? "Molls, do you want to come and see them? I can get you a few minutes." Molly looks shocked as she had completely forgotten that Smurf was injured to. Unable to speak, which was very unusual, she nods her head.

Smurf is lying on a bed just inside the intensive care, his arm is elevated in a sling and he has heart monitors, an oxygen mask and a drip. The monitors are making a gentle beeping noise as all his values are stable and not causing any alarms to go off. He looks very pale but seems to be breathing steadily.

"He is waiting for surgery to stabilise his arm but the surgeons are dealing with Captain James at the moment." Jackie explains.

Molly reaches forward to Smurf's bed as she scans the four bedded room and sees no sign of Boss Man. "Oi tosser!" She whispers in his ear. "How come you're still skiving in that bed?" She continues.

Eyes flutter open and look confused looking up at the strip lighting but then turn to look in the direction of the whisper. The eyes are full of tears and remorse. "Molls, I'm sorry. Where's the Boss?"

The second person to say sorry today and again completely genuine but she did not want the sorry. All she wanted was to see Captain James and to be able to take his face in her hands and to be able to continue the kiss of earlier. The way his warm lips had touched hers, tentatively and then firm and sure. It had been the most beautiful moment of her life and she rubbed her finger round her bottom lip to reinforce the memory.

"I don't know. I think he is still being fixed up." Molly answers Smurf and gently put her hand over his hand lying on the bed. " As soon as I know I will come and tell you."

Smurf closes his eyes again and starts to drift back to sleep. Molly notes a chair in the corner and slips over to bring it close so she can sit by Smurf's bedside. If she sits quietly then hopefully she can stay and she can always claim that she can keep Smurf quiet and calm before he goes for surgery.

The doors open what seems like hours later and the Captain is wheeled in. He has a team of three nurses and doctors handing over to the intensive care team. He is breathing for himself but has an oxygen mask covering his face, drips coming out of both arms, various leads attached to his chest and two drains, one from his chest and one from his leg. His chest was barely rising but the heart monitor was beeping steadily. Molly drank him in. Her man, her OC, her rock in a changing landscape.

Finally they had him stable and headed over to Smurf. It was time to take Smurf and Molly gently squeezes his hand and moves aside so they can start the process of being able to move his bed through to theatre.

Molly was able to slip across to Captain James while the ward was busy organising Smurf. There is a chair already by the bed space and the nurse notes Molly taking a seat but does not comment. Colonel Richards, the surgeon comes back to the bed space with a form. Molly turns her head quickly and asks in a tentative voice.

"Sir, is the Captain going to be ok" she asks.

The Colonel explains that Captain James came through the surgery, he is stable for now but they are just waiting for him to stabilise enough as he needs to be casevaced out of theatre to have further surgery. They have done enough to allow him to return home but he is very seriously ill.

Molly looks at her man and had not even thought that he would not be here to get better. He was going back home and she would not be able to see him every day as they would not allow her to go back with him. She was only the section medic, just a private and would not be allowed to travel with her OC. The plane would be full of personnel needing to be repatriated for further surgery, for rehabilitation and to take the two soldiers home that were killed a few days earlier.

Molly takes his hand and kisses his knuckles, not caring who sees. She is going to have such a short time with him and needs to be with him, touch him and let him know that she is here waiting for him.

"Oi sleeping beauty, nah sleeping handsome," she continues, " I could do with one of those killer smiles." Not even a flicker of his eyes but at least the monitors were stable. "If you are going to be strong and silent then I am going to talk your ears off – I did warn you."

Molly wittered on, telling The Boss about her childhood, her work at the nail bar, her favourite colour. Trying to fill in all the details she could in the hope that he could hear some of this and would be able to remember when she was not able to remind him when he was on his way home.

"I love you sooo much," she punctuated this with a kiss to his cheek and then cheekily told him that she would like to climb up beside him and be able to stroke his face, kiss his lips and a whole lot more. That seemed to have an effect as the hand under her moved and those beautiful brown eyes opened.

"Molly," the voice was raspy but sounded to her like pure velvet. "Oh my love. You're here. I'm going to come back …..I promise." His breathing was struggling to get his words out and then the monitors started to alarm.

Arms moved her out of the way. Shouts of 'he's crashing', 'we need to bag him'. A whole team were round his bed and then they started to move breath for him by putting a tube down his throat and then stand clear as they shocked his heart. Molly stood like a statue just watching and then the bed was being pushed with shouts that we need to take him back to surgery.

That was the last time she got to see him before he was taken home!

Any reviews would be great and I do have an ending to this as I wrote it on Wednesday as was desperate thinking that he dies and needing to tell the story in my head. If you would like to find out I can add tomorrow.