Disclaimer: Call the Midwife belongs to Heidi Thomas McGann, the BBC and Jennifer Worth.


Alec lay, staring at the blank hospital ceiling.

He remembered.

He remembered the week beforehand, the purchase of the holiday, the renting of the rooms, Jenny's beautiful face when he'd invited her.

And then the argument. She has not allowed him to explain, to speak, and he couldn't help but blame his friend after she'd turned and left.

He'd climbed to the platform, started to work.

Then he fell. As if in slow motion he had seen the roof go further and further away. And it was from when he had landed on the rubble that his memory became bad.

Alec could remember brief flashes, Peter there, Dr Turner kneeling over him, the rush to the hospital. Everything fast. No detail remained.

He had lain in the bed, and with Jenny by his side he had come to terms with the loss of his foot. He had tried to explain about the hotel, tried to, but he couldn't get the words out and she had to return to her work.

He vowed he would speak the truth, that he would physically be able to, when she next visited later that evening.

But now the light was fading, the energy inside him depleting, and he didn't have the strength left to fight.

He forced out "I love you" as his lungs slowly eased their work, as his heartbeat slowed for the first time since birth.

His thoughts remained with Jenny, sweet Jenny, and as the sun shone upon the earth, Alec Jesmond took his last breaths and faded away, his body in the quiet ward left behind, mourned by all who'd loved him.

He was never forgotten.


RIP Alec