I really wanted to get this up and get some opinions and reviews and gauge if there is any interest before I go any further, so far I'm not sure about it. Trying a slightly different style so let me know if it works and I'll adore you for always :-) - S x

Molly's POV

This. Is. Bleedin'. Torture! Not only had the bloody Taliban used my nut for target practice but now I had to sit here listening to the woes of all these other nutters who chose to do the same bloody thing, most of them bleedin' Ruperts by the sounds of the plums in their mouth as they speak. I don't need to be here, I'm mean yeah course I'm fragged, anyone would be if they watch their best mate fall down dead in front of them after so much bloody effort to save the wankers life only for him to just die anyway a few weeks later but it's happened now so I'll deal with it.

These lot here have real problems, I couldn't pretend to even come close to what they'd been through, some have lost limbs or were terribly scarred and then there was just me, sitting there having a moan up because I had a poxy nightmare, It don't feel right.

I contributed as little as possible, enough so they know I'm there but little enough so I pretty much go unnoticed by the time they'd finished talking about how they'd been since the last session and to be honest they are much worse off than I am. My mum always said I had a problem with denial. Maybe she's right.

"You never know Mol, you might make some friends who've been through something similar. Or meet a nice bloke. It's time now, he'd want you to be happy" was she having a laugh "Listen Mum, it's a PTSD support group not Take Me Out. And I ain't even looking for a boyfriend anyway, I'm concentrating on me ain't I" All Mum could do was roll her eyes, she was probably a bit bleedin' sick of me cluttering up her sofa by now but I couldn't face going back to the flat I shared with him. It was too hard. We'd never been more than best mates, although he'd have given his right arm to shag me, even just once but I never set people straight when they assumed we were together. It was the easiest thing to do in my situation. I'd rather spoon out my eyeballs than get involved with anyone. It suited me.

There was someone new almost every week now, all with a horror story of their own. The latest one came on his day release from Headley, bloody dedication if you ask me coz I know they don't mess about with recovery up there. He was still pretty fucked looking at him, obviously a freshie from the wards of Birmingham. He was joined by another bloke who I not sure whether he's his boyfriend or just a nosey fuck who wanted to know what went on during these meetings. Either way they're a pair of lookers. If I wasn't the way I am, I'm sure my ovaries would be screaming to have his babies, the injured one that is, not the tanned twat in sunglasses who liked the sound of his own voice.

"How did your appointment go Mols?" I'd only been in the door about 43 seconds before she was all over me "Can I get you anythin'? Have you eaten? Sorry that's a silly question, you probably don't feel like it. Lemme know when you're hungry and I'll make your favourite" I had to be nice to her I suppose, she was trying even if Dad wasn't, seems like he'd written off already "It was as expected thanks mum, you know the drill" I flopped down on mums bed. She always let me have their bed after my treatment. I close my eyes and let the nausea just be, there's nothing I can do about it, its part and parcel of this process after all.

My nut is driving me mad over the hottie from my group. God he was gorgeous and I think maybe, just maybe my ovaries did twinge a little bit at the sight of him even if he does look like he's fit for nothin'. Not that I can do anything with that revelation but hey ho, at least there's someone to look at while I tap my foot and pretend to listen.

Charles POV

Elvis' idea of a day out from Headley was to take me to the very environment I was trying to escape. I thought it would be a one session wonder, we'd go, participate, he'd realise there wasn't any women to chase to make it worth his while and he'd forget about it again, leaving me in peace but no such luck.

He'd noticed a pretty little thing, who was always completely disinterested in the whole thing, like her mind was elsewhere. Well apart from when Elvis spoke, on my behalf may I add because apparently my mouth is just as injured as my body. She'd looked him from head to toe, an expression of complete disgust and the odd eye roll here and there but Elvis saw as a challenge, he was all about the chase.

One of the more unfortunate points of being this injured wasn't the fact that I couldn't even take a piss by myself or even lift a cup to my mouth most of the time, it was being left to his mercy. He was a good bloke, one of my best mates in fact but he was a class A cockwomble in all aspects of his life apart from his career. He'd made a beeline for the latest object of his affects despite my protests and pointing out that this was not the appropriate place to pick up women. Molly as we now knew she was called wasn't a bit interested of course "She'll come round Charlie boy and you know it. Just give me a bit of time and the Italian Stallion will be in there like swim wear, you watch this space" unfortunately the only space I was watching was the vacant one between his ears where his brain should be. She'd totally blanked him every week, making him and I look like the complete idiots that we are. Molly had exchanged the odd shy smile when I'd shot her apologetic look for my friends arsehole behaviour but it was obvious she had even less time for me than she did him.

"Chaz I'll be back in 20, I've got something important I need to do before I take you back to Headley. You chat up that Molly for me, talk her into a drink with some witty banter and one of them smirks you do that has women dribbling" how he thought I'd manage that when I can barely even wheel myself across the floor I don't know, but this is Elvis after all. I knew eventually he'd leave me high and dry here and it was all just a ploy to get me into group counselling. Everyone thinks they know what I need better than I do.

I can't help but smile as she makes a dramatic entrance, she's running late today. Not an ounce of apology is visible in her face and I can't help but think 'good for her'. She clearly doesn't want to be here either. She throws herself down into Elvis' vacant chair next to me; she's even prettier close up "Is godshite here? Do I need to move?" She whispers "No you are welcome to sit there. He can find his own seat when he gets here" except he didn't get here. The group has long cleared off with the exception of Molly and the group leader, both eye balling me wondering what the fuck I'm still doing here.

"Where's gobshite?" She calls crassly from across the room "He said he'd be back so he's either forgotten me or someone has killed him for being a twat" she giggled as she took control of my chair, pushing me towards the exit "He needs to lock up so I've been tasked with getting rid of you" I couldn't help but chuckle at her honesty "Lovely."

"Can you get out that thing yourself or do you need some help?" She wheeled him towards her car "I can't get myself up no, but I'm far too heavy for you. Just leave me here, he'll come eventually" she pulled the car door open and sat to face him "We'll give it 10 minutes then I'll have to take you. You'll freeze"

This is the opportunity that Elvis had been waiting for. To talk to her alone, get to know her a bit. Just a shame he wasn't here to make the most of it.

"So what happened to you then?" She gestured towards the chair "Oh. I got blown sky high by an old Russian mine. Landed rather unfortunately, hurt my back and then got shot at. Not my best day" "Shit that's rough. Will you be alright?" He met her concerned eyes "I'll be just fine in time. No lasting damage hopefully" she smiled at him, a warm genuine smile that reached all the way to her eyes "Well that's good innit. Come on let's get you back I've got places to be" he hesitated as she attempted to help him up "You're gonna have to put in a bit more effort than that mate. I'm 5ft nothin' and I weigh even less" he laughed through his embarrassment "I told you I was too heavy. Hold on I can try."

The sound of Elvis burning rubber up the drive way towards them sent a wave of relief through him. "God let's hope gobshite gets you back in one piece" he chuckled at her disgust "Don't like him much do you?" She shook her head "Met too many twats like him in my time. Always trouble! Anyway I hope you get better soon, see you next week I s'pose" he nodded his head "unless you want to come and see me at Headley? I mean I'd offer to come and see you but I'm a tad useless right now, but I'd really like to see you. That's only if you wanted top of course"

He shuffles nervously as she played with a ring on her finger "Maybe posh boy. Maybe" he wanted to reach out and run his thumb across the smirk on her perfect lips but she'd already rose to her feet to deliver him back to Elvis.

He watched her walk away, catching her eye as she looked back at him. Molly Dawes has gotten under his skin. "Oi Rupert, you muscled in on my bird?"

He didn't speak as watched her drive away, already counting down the minutes until he'd see her again.