Nearly three o'clock

Thomas: I am invaded by the thoughts of Miss Trevelyan.

They're constant and prevailing. I racked my brain and all those small moments when I stole glances of her came back with vengeance. She was always there from the moment she came to the hospital. I was deceiving myself.

It's unbearable. I can't concentrate on my writing.

My brain is only occupied when I'm in the wards or the theatre. Otherwise it is just her.

Some lanky, posh lass. Yet so beautiful. So utterly, utterly perfect.

Even today in the morning. I forced myself to write. Soon I was gone. I closed my eyes and I relived this blessed moment at the beach.

This bastard Yelland woke me up from my reverie. If it is possible, I hate him even more for that. Walking waste of skin.

Kitty: This morning I saw the infamous Captain Gillan in the distance. His face was like thunder and I felt sorry for anyone that was about to face him. I have to say that no one mentioned my almost illegal bathing. Captain Gillan, usually so outspoken, apparently kept his silence of which I'm most appreciative. I can't help but wonder however, why didn't he report me?

Thomas: As if thoughts weren't enough, she seems to be everywhere I go.

I was trying to concentrate on the task. As I was checking the stores in the storage hut, in she walks.

She was dragging some trolley and I should have helped her. But I promised myself that I would try to stay away from her.

It's childish. I feel very nervous around her. Almost embarrassed.

And it is her that should be embarrassed. Parading almost naked in front of a strange man.

Then she spoke directly to me. She said that she appreciated my discretion about the beach incident. And she's still not ashamed!

I couldn't turn to face her. I know it was rude. I just couldn't face her.

I am embarrassed. The image of her on the beach; her wet clothes clinging to her supple body, keeps popping up whenever I look at her.

In the end as I didn't know what to say, I said quickly that what she does is of no concern to me.

I left the hut very quickly. Cowardly.

Kitty: This Captain Gillan is truly an impossible man. I met him by accident in the storage hut. He could hardly meet my gaze. Therefore I was forced to talk to his back, when I thanked him for his silence. It was a pity that I couldn't see his enchantingly blue eyes. I find them quite hypnotising I have to admit. In the end when he finally turned to face me, he left me with this astonishing statement that what I do is of no concern to him. Is he suddenly shy? Impossible man.

Thomas: Mostyn, my patient asked me to talk to him. He complains of the pain that I put him through.

Well, Carrel-Dakin procedure isn't pleasant. But I feel like a torturer.

And obviously she was there.

I had to raise my voice. I was angry.

But as soon as I saw those eyes staring at me I had to stop myself. Beautiful, dark eyes.

Mostyn called me stone-hearted bastard. Maybe I am.

Kitty: He is very passionate about his work. I can clearly see that but his bed manner needs to improve. It is a huge understatement as he raised his voice again in the ward. As one of the nurses explained to me, this procedure that this soldier is undergoing is very painful but it is supposed to help him recover to full health. It would help if it was explained to the patient. When I caught his eye he stopped shouting. The patient called him stone-hearted b-d. I think I am quite sure that it is not the case. His face when he is not angry is an honest face of a good man. I must stop thinking about Captain Gillan. This is not what I came here for.

Thomas: Colonel Brett reprimanded me for the incident with Yelland. But reassured me with my Carrel-Dakin system procedure. I have decided to talk to Mostyn again.

It was nearly three o'clock as I came to the ward. I did not expected to see her there. The sisters I could bear but not her.

I wanted her gone. But she is stubborn. Respectful yet defiant. I have to admire it.

I don't know why I have to be so agitated around her.

I finally gave up. I went to Mostyn. I quietly explained my purpose. I didn't want anyone else to hear me. But I'm sure she did.

And then the other patient had his delusional fit. She was very good with him. Very good. Much more sensible than the sisters.

She comforted the patient and actually smiled at him. I was almost jealous.

When she smiled her whole face just lit up. She was even more beautiful. If it is even possible.

And again I just stared. It becomes a habit of mine around her, it seems.

I was captivated. Her warm voice, her beautiful smile, her good sense.

She is a perfection.

And then she turned and explained to me what she was doing. It was impressive. And wise.

I should have left the ward by then. But I just wanted to be close to her. If only for a moment.

I think she caught me staring at her. Again. I'm really hopeless.

She quoted me! She quoted my idiotic sentence when I said that what she did was of no concern to me.

I knew it would backfire. I think she knows I was lying.

But she half smiled at me. And gave me quite a flirtatious glance.

It reminded me of the beach scene. I was quite ecstatic and let down my guard.

She apologised for alarming me. It was a bit sarcastic. But I blurted out something without thinking.

I said that I had been alarmed since the moment she arrived.

I only realised what I had just said when she looked up at me suddenly.

I think I must have lost my mind. And my self-control.

But she got my meaning instantly. And she gave me such an intense look that my knees wavered.

I was petrified. I hoped against the hope that she won't be angry with me.

She didn't say a word. She just looked at me. The longer it took I felt that I might have hope.

Christ, she is perfect in every way.

We were interrupted by the nurse coming back to the hut. But I left with sunshine in my heart.

I need to talk to her. I have to.

And soon.

Kitty: I was looking after this delusional patient that constantly scratches the wounds on his head, when he came into the ward. Funny, I had a distinct feeling that he wanted to be got rid of me. He looked very uncomfortable, he didn't know what to do. He was very truculent but I stood my ground. It felt like dealing with a naughty child and I strangely enjoyed it. And then, resigned to the fact that I would stay at my post, he moved towards his patient and quietly explained to him that he was aware of the pain but that he was determined to try to save soldier's leg. He was very gentle and it just showed how deeply he cares for the well-being of his patients. I was very moved. I saw the side of his that he tried to hide so successfully. I was mesmerised by the scene and I could not take my eyes off him. He is quite wonderful.

And then my patient started to stir and I went to him quickly to reassure him in the way I conceived. And it seemed to be working, he slowly calmed himself down and I must admit I was very proud of myself. When I turned I caught Captain Gillan staring at me in admiration. He tried to feign that he didn't but it was very sweet. As I explained to him in detail what I was doing, he pretended not to be interested but he listened. And I teased him a bit by reminding him of what he said to me in the storage hut. He mentioned the beach incident and he was smiling. I think it was the first time I saw him smiling naturally. And I knew that I must have made quite an impression on him then. I saw his defences crumbled to dust. I tried to stay aloof however and I apologised for alarming him.

His reply almost knocked me off my feet. Did he really say what he said? Was it all a pretence that he didn't care for me? I tried to read my answers in his face, his honest, earnest face. As I looked into his mesmerizingly blue eyes, I felt the wave inside me that I have never felt before, I think. My stomach was tied in the knot and I was quite at a loss for words, which is quite unusual for me. I don't know what I would have said and therefore I feel I was saved by the entrance of the sister to the ward. I still feel as if I was drunk even now.