Molly was walking around the receiving room checking on the people who were arriving and making sure they had checked in and were in the right area. She came across a young man sat over on the far side and wasn't making eye contact with anyone and was trying to hide his face.

"can I have your name Sir" molly asked him

The man muttered something but didn't make eye contact. To molly there was something familiar about the man but she couldn't put her finger on.

" sir please can I have your name so I can tell doctor."

The man ignored her once again and refused to talk to her. Molly moved on and went to talk to the other patents. Maybe his English wasn't that good. The East end was a multi-cultural part of London with many residents who spoke Hebrew or Russian. She knew that the sister on duty spoke many languages from her years experience at the London so she got her to speak to him.

The waiting room became very crowded all of a sudden and one of the other nurses asked molly if she could help in one of the treatment rooms. Molly knocked on the door and entered

"Doctor, ..."

The man she had tried to talk to earlier was on the chair and she saw right in to his eyes. It was Charles. He had a bad scar on the right side of his face. He looked horrified that she had seen him. She quickly left the room and ran out of hospital almost knocking matron over as she ran.

"NURSE DAWES!" matron shouted after her but molly didn't stop running.

She fell to her knees and sobbed. How could he be alive. He was dead , she had only just gotten use to the idea that he was not going to be coming back to her and here he was.

Charles had now walked out and stood behind her. His leg was still badly damaged so he was limping and walking with a cane.

"Nurse Dawes..., let me explain"

Molly's grief soon turned to anger." I thought you were dead. I haven't heard from you"

"nurse Dawes... molly please..."

"I have to get back to work."

"meet me later then"

"I finish at 7. I will meet you hear then"

Molly walked back in to the hospital and In to the receiving room. Where matron was waiting for her. Matrons face looked like she had been sucking lemons and she didn't look impressed.

"Nurse Dawes my office now." She lead molly along the old Victorian corridors of the hospital till they reached the office.

"Nurse Dawes what was that display down stairs"

"well... that I saw a ghost from my past. Someone I believed to be dead, it was a friend who I made whilst nursing in France but I haven't heard from him since 1917 and I believed he was dead"

"that is no excuse for leaving your post and walking out from your duties. Having said that I know what it is like to think you have lost someone to a war. So consider this a verbal warning. I don't want to see or read anything bad about you again is that understood"

Molly nodded and returned to the receiving room and kept her head down for the rest of the day. Once the receiving room had closed for the night and molly had helped with the cleaning process she had little time to change and meet Charles so she went in her uniform.

There wasn't much that they could do so they went to a small local tea rooms that was open late and took a table for 2.

"molly I wanted to apologise for today as I never meant for you to see me like this. I didn't realise you were working at the London. Today was a accident, I never wanted you to see me like this."

"who are you to decide what I should and shouldn't see. I was a NURSE in the war I saw more scars and disfigurements in the hospital and I shall never forget them. And leading me to think you were dead was the better way"

They sipped their tea in relative silence . it was awkward as molly would go to say something then change her mind. As they were getting ready to leave Charles finally said something to molly.

"after tonight I don't want to see you again. I cant"

Molly was brought to tears. "why not"

"how could you love this" he pointed to his scars on his face.

"I don't care what you look like I fell in love with you."

Charles removed his scarf from around his neck and pulled down his shirt. The burns went all down his neck and across his chest.

"really"

Molly gasped and took a step back"

"see" Charles said as he covered up quickly.

"I wasn't gasping because of the way you look. I was saddened that you didn't tell me." She went to hug him but he pulled away. "Charles Please..."

He turned to walk away

"please I don't care what you look like. I love you for you let me help you please" by this point molly was crying. " I spent 2 years believing you was dead and all you can do is push me away" by this point the tears were streaming down her face.

Charles stood there and looked at molly.

"I didn't want you to put your life on hold for me. Just go and find someone who can give you what you deserve. I cant. Someone who isn't a ugly disfigurement. A monster like me"

"why are you not listening to me. I don't care!. I don't want the whole world. All I want is you I love you, why wont you let me just love you"

Molly left Charles. She had poured her heart out to him and he just threw it back in her face. Something about him changed, she looked in to his eyes and could see that he didn't mean what he was saying but on the outside he had become cold and harsh. He ignored her when she told him that she still loved him and all he could say was that he didn't love her.

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