Molly stood in front of the little window, staring at Charles who was lay in the tiny hospital bed but it made him look even smaller. She turned to walk away and changed her mind. Furious at her self for not being able to make her mind up. He was her husband she promised in sickness and in health for better for worse. Knowing she would hate her self if she didn't stay she entered the dimly lit room. Charles was hooked up to all sorts of machines monitoring his stats. He had been in a coma since his heroic if somewhat stupid actions of jumping off a cliff in Bangladesh. He was flown back to Birmingham with out delay. He had a head injury with swelling on the brain and swelling around the lower spine. None of the doctors could say if the damage would be until the swelling had gone down. She hated seeing him like this even though only a few days ago he had told her that he wanted to put their marriage out of its misery she still loved him. She had hope he still loved her and that it was just his PTSD talking. She had fallen to the floor when she had first found out and did all she could to get to Birmingham. 4 years ago she had watched him almost die in her arms after being shot in afghan and was scared when Smurf told her he had to be revived twice in the MERT on the way back to Bastion and again when she found out that he had to have emergency surgery back hear in Birmingham.

Brushing away the tears she sat on the hard uncomfortable chair taking his hand in hers tracing her thumb across his knuckles wishing he would hold it back. Tears began to roll down her cheeks again. She smoothed his hair off of his face and kissed his head.

"come back to me please Charles come back to me" she whispered

She was reminded of when she went on R&R and he came in to the med Tent and asked her to get him his Roseabya coffee from regent street. Their fingers intertwined and this touching her skin the way he wrote on her arm in his cursive script she did everything to keep it on her arm as long as possible.

She sat in silence listening to Charles rhythmic breathing with the ventilator and the monitors on him beeping to show they were working she drifted off to sleep in the chair head down on the small space at the edge of the bed. She was woken by the monitors alarms going off alerting that something was going wrong with Charles. She stood up and soon was surrounded by all the medical staff the lead doctor called for someone to get her out and she was lead out by a friendly nurse who didn't look much older than molly

Looking over her shoulder in a blind panic she tried to push her way back in to the room

"what's happening is he okay please don't let him die" tears rolling down her cheek

"he's fine it looks like he is trying to come round that's why the alarms were going off because he was trying to fight the ventilation tube" the nurse smiled. "look the doctors are going to be a while as they need to stabilise him and run a few tests. Why don't you go and get a drink and some food you look like you need a rest" the nurse turned to re enter the room and left molly stood In the corridor.

Molly watched though the small window until one of the nurses pulled the blind closed felling helpless molly walked down to the atrium of the hospital to the Costa where she was most likely to get a half decent hot chocolate and cake. Sending a message to 2 section on the WhatsApp group letting them all know Charles was okay and was starting to come around. Where as Charles was knocked unconscious and had serious head and spinal injuries they had all got away with broken bones and a few cuts and bruises.

She sat down with both. Pushing the cake across the plate with the fork turning it to crumbs she slowly sipped her hot chocolate wondering how long she could get away with staying down hear before going back up and not be sent away again. Finishing her drink she mooched around the shop and picked up a few bits Charles might need it was a expensive rip off but he needed those things. She was just getting some proper food in the restaurant when the young nurse came in.

"ah glad I have found you. He's asking for you" she smiled at molly who had abandoned her takeaway box of chips and was rushing straight for the lifts. She was jabbing the buttons until the lift eventually arrived hoping it didn't stop on any other floor she was fidgeting with frustration that the lift was taking too long even though it took seconds to get to the 7th floor. She raced to Charles room and halted when she saw the doctor in the room sitting on the edge of the bed talking to him. She hung back outside not wanting to interrupt.

Once the doctor had left molly knocked. It had become awkward between them and after there last conversation she was unsure if he would want her just walking in. He smiled when he saw her.

"don't just stand there dawsey" he smiled at her

She smiled weakly back at him. He was sounding like his old self. She went and sat on the chair next to him.

"never do that to me again" she whispered "I would never have forgiven my self if..." tears rolling down her cheek "the last time we spoke properly we argued if you had died..."

He reached up wiping the tears away from her face. "I know we cant think like that when we landed I saw you and heard you. You were there I knew then I had been stupid and I had to survive to make it up to you." He held his arm open and she sat on the bed and lay in his open arm. She brushed her fingers along the long silver scar on his abdomen. A reminder of the last time he was hurt on tour when she thought he would die. He wrapped his arm around her stroking her arm she felt her self unwind with his touch. She had missed him since Elvis's death he hadn't wanted to be near him. They had been arguing constantly arguing for months and he would always storm out.

She lay in his arms happy that Charles was alright. He had a lot of rehab ahead of him with his back that thankfully a CT scan showed it was only swollen and bruised.

"Charles..."

"yeah" he said kissing her on the top of her head

She pushed her self up to look at him. "promise me you will get some help. Talk to some one about the last 18 months Nepal afghan Nigeria Belize all of it. Please you have PTSD. You need to sort it all out. I need you back. "

He looked at her. She was right everything that happened was because of the PTSD. The arguments all the tours sleeping with Lane .

"okay" he pulled her close. He didn't want to loose her again.

please let me know what you think. sorry I have been radio silent of late but after that last episode I lost the motivation.