heyy sorry its short but I have been side-tracked by a newish drama that I have got addicted to and forgot to write and hated what I did. I will get back on track I just have to think a little :) any way I hope you enjoy this

duckmadgirl xx

Charles was discharged from hospital 3 weeks later. He was still unable to walk due to the swelling on the spine. Thankfully the house that they had made their home was a huge open plan cottage with wide door frames and was easily accessible for a wheel chair. It was tough for the first few weeks with Charles adamant that he could do everything buy himself. Refusing to let molly close and help him. She longed to be close to him he wouldn't let her in. They had turned the hidden living room in to a bed room for him as he couldn't make the stairs up to the loft conversion which housed the room they had shared.

It was frustrating for Charles who hated being stuck in the wheel chair even if it was a temporary measure. His physio was a slow and painful affair. Despite working every day for hours on end. At he's insistence. He was still only able to go a few short paces before the pain set in and his legs gave way. It broke molly's heart to see him like this. Once strong and able he was now left broken and unable to move with out assistance. According to all the medical professionals he was making fantastic progress. The last round of x-rays showed that the swelling had gone down and there was no perement damage to the spine or vertebra. Despite this Charles spent most of the time in front of the Xbox playing angry violent war games

Molly came in from the garden as it was a nice breezy day she had been hanging out washing so it could dry. She found Charles on the floor. He had been trying to reach the phone but with is foot rests on the chair and the wall where the phone was he couldn't get close enough. Over stretching he lost his balance and tipped the chair over. The basket she had been carrying fell to the floor, she rushed over to him. Seeing him struggle was hard to watch.

Pushing her away " I can do it" he growled

She looked in to his eyes. They were filled with pain and anger. The struggling raged through his body. Knowing he would not make it by himself, he nodded to her to let her help him. She placed her arms under his and right around. Struggling with his weight she slowly lifted him up and into the chair. She slipped as she got to the edge of the chair dropping him and falling on to him.

"sorry" she whispered feeling like it would be another reason he would make her feel stupid.

"what ever" he grunted and wheeled off in to his room shutting the door behind him. Shutting the world out... shutting molly out.

Molly sighed nothing she did seemed right. He was so angry all of the time. With her, with Sam and even his own parents. Even when he was finally out of the chair and on crutches he was still angry now he could move on his own he would spend hours out of the house telling molly he wanted to be alone, he would come back late in the night with no reasons as to where he had been.

After getting out of his wheel chair his progress improved rapidly. Using the frame at the hospital he managed to walk independently and with out crutches. It was agenizing to watch the concentration on his face was fierce every bone, muscle and nerve in his body cried out in pain. He pushed on right to the end collapsing in molly's arms.

"sorry I have been such a grumpy bastard"

"have you been seeing the councillor that the brig recommended?"

"he was a jumped up shrink it was pointless I am fine."

"Charles you promised. Please you need to talk to someone. I cant cope with this. Your angry all the time. You hide behind everything. Your rank ,army regulations, everything. PTSD is not a weakness or a reflection on your rank. Its a illness anyone can get it from the lowest privet to the brigadier himself" she walked out of the room.

He limped after her. On their first date he was still recovering from his injury in afghan, waking back to his house in bath she had remarked that he looked rather cute with the limp.

"molly!" he called after her

She turned to look at him

"I am sorry..."

"I know but saying sorry and meaning it are two totally different thing its just words"

"please molly..."

"look I am going to go to London for a bit .. alone. I have a tour coming up helping with disaster relief and clear up. I want to see my family before I go. You need to talk to someone."