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"I need your help"
"What is it Mols? What's wrong?" the voice down the phone asked. Molly burst into tears, her breathing fast and rough and she gripped at her hair with her free hand. "Make it stop! Make all these thoughts stop." she muttered. She had never felt this low before. She felt like the walls of the already small bathroom was closing in on her. She felt like she was in danger. "Molly, Molly listen to my voice. You need to calm down. Steady your breathing and concentrate on the sound of my voice." Listening to the voice speaking to her on the other end of the phone she closed her eyes briefly before taking deep breaths to calm herself down and listened instantly, the voice reminding her that she wasn't alone and she sure as hell wasn't back in Afghan. "I'm sorry..." Molly practically breathed down the phone. The voice down the phone sounded calm and caring. "Where are you? I'll come meet you." Molly smiled ever so slightly and gave them the address to a pub near her to meet her in. "I'll meet you there, send me a text when you get there, it's not a long walk from me." With that the person on the other end of the phone agreed and they ended the call.
Getting up off of the bathroom floor she began taking off her kit slowly. It felt good to take them off after hours of being in them. When she was just in her underwear she found herself looking down at her body occasionally smiling. After that time Captain James wrote 'Rosabaya' upon her arm and she had told him she liked it, made her feel closer to him, he began doing it more. For times they couldn't be together. She had three to speak of. One replacing the Rosabaya with 'Come back to me', another on the other arm saying 'I love you' and the last one always made her heart leap when she read it. It was just bellow her left breast right were her heart was. What was wrote there was simple but it meant so much. 'Mine'. It was true. Her heart was his for the taking. Just his. Tracing them softly she smiled remembering when he had done them, no more then ten minutes till they had to leave for home. She was glad he had done them in permanent marker so that when she washed she wouldn't wash it off easily.
Taking off her underwear she slipped into the shower and sighed as the hot water touched her aching, dirty, body. The water felt great. Looking down at the water is was a yellowy colour just like it was when she had a shower when she was back from R&R. It felt like a relief and that she was trying to wash away the horrors of Afghan. Reaching down to the shampoo she opened it and sighed as the smell. Peppermint. Putting a lot into her hand she quickly ran it into her hair sighing. She scrubbed it into her hair, making sure to completely get it all in her hair even to her roots. It felt so good to actually have the luxury to take her time to clean. IT felt even more better when she washed it out and she could see the dirt getting all washed away. She continued to clean herself at a slow pace to make sure she was completely clean and that she was careful not to rub a lot of the ink off.
Once out of the shower she made her way into the room she shared with her sister. Opening the wardrobe she grimaced. "Did I really used to wear these?" It had just accursed to her that she only actually owned a few things that didn't make her look like a tart. "I really need to sort this out and soon... I guess I shopping trip is in major need!" she spoke to herself and picked out some jeans, a random top and a hoody, finding her converse knockoffs to wear on her feet. It didn't take her too long to get dressed and dry her hair, keeping it completely down having not been able to do so for a while. As she waited for the text she went through her photos of that tour and from Cyprus where they did their decomposition. She chuckled at two sections' stupid antics and at the good times they had and she smiled, sighing slightly at the pictures of her and her Bossman. She had even made a really cute picture of them, well that was her opinon, as her home screen, not lock screen yet though as she was yet to tell her mum about him. That meeting was one she was dreading but it needed to happen at one point.
Molly's phone vibrated with a text and she looked down smiling. Getting up she headed down stairs and straight to the door. "I'm going out!" she called before opening the door and closing it when she got out. Once outside she shivered. She wasn't used to the cold. Making her way to the pub she opened the door scanning the bar looking for the person she called. "Looking for me?" asked a voice behind her coursing Molly to jump. "Jeez Jacks! You nearly gave me a Julius Seizure." Jackie laughed and softly nudged Molly's shoulder "You going to buy me a drink seen as you made me make the journey here."
The two medics were sat at a lone table with a pint each. "What happened Molls?" Jackie asked gently looking at her fellow medic, concern in her eyes. Molly shuffled and took a sip of her beer before sighing looking down. "I keep thinking of Afghan... all those dead bodies... the gun fire..." she bit her lip trying to calm herself before continuing "My sisters and brothers set off party poppers... bloody party poppers! I knew they were only party poppers but all I could think of was that I was getting shot at and when I couldn't find my rifle I started to panic..." Jackie listened to her friend and sighed softly. It had been a hard tour for Molly and she felt bad for her even more so that it was only her first tour. "Have you spoke to Captain James about this?" she asked and saw Molly shake her head. "He needs to spend time with his family..." she muttered. "Oh cheers and I don't" Jackie teased trying to make Molly laugh but it didn't work as well as she had planned. Molly had only given her a half smile. "Molly you need to get help..." However Molly was quick to shoot that down with a shake of her head. "At least tell James... He needs to know and you need him." Jackie continued before sipping at her beer. Looking down, Molly pulled up one of her sleeves and ran her fingers over the writing 'I love you'. Molly's mind was made up. "Okay I'll message him."