DON'T OWN OUR GIRL-It'S BBC AND ALL THAT SHITE!

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"What? You've never been south of the river? You dont know what you are missing girlie!"

Molly laughed as she made Alfie Ward more comfy with his bedsheets, "Oh yeah...I suppose they all give off the old charm like you do they?"

"You bet on it girlie...so how about you and me getting to know each other when all this is over"

Molly looked at him and pulled a face, "What? Do you know sommick I dont? I dont fink this war is going anywhere soon do you"

"I want to get back out there Molls...It's scarey, and I shouldn't say that...but all my comrades are out there..."

Molly finished off the bed making and then went outside.

Emily, who was clutching a tray of bloodstained surgical instruments and bandaids came over to her, "Hey Molls...are you alright?"

"Just Alfie...he says he wants to go back out there on the frontline...but we both know hes not, is he"

Emily shrugged, "He's got one arm...what use is he going be to the others out there in the trenches...he's going to be of no help at all is he..."

"I suppose"

"Anyway, just think about your Dad...he's out there, isn't he? What use would a one armed man be when trying to help him out...he's better off going home Molls"

Molly always kept thoughts about her dad at the back of her mind. She was fully aware that he was out there in the trenches somewhere. Captain James's parting words to her back in London concerning her father was, If I see him, I'll give him your love, shall I?"

Did the Captain do that? Then again, how many men were out there...they probably never even met.

Molly realised that Emily was looking at her, "Hey...you were miles away, where were you?"

"Just finking about my dad, that's all"

Emily placed a comforting hand over her arm, then she let Molly get on.

Molly decided to go collect the clean laundry from the wash house. Lisa and Marie were there. They were scullieries and scrubbing was their job.

Lisa turned and watched Molly beam a friendly smile at them, "hey Molls...", Marie came over and smiled a toothy smile at her, "will you help me with my letter home tonight? I'ave to write home but you know I'm not good at that"

Molly nodded as she folded the dry starched linen for the wards, "Course I can"

"Ta Molls...you're a jem"

"I aim to please..."

Lisa then turned and pointed all in a tiz, "Look...it's that dashing gent Captain...the one who was here last month"

Marie nodded as she pulled her damp hair back, "Yeah so it is"

Molly could see that it was Captain James. He stood talking to Sister Susan. He removed his cap and clutched his baton.

"He is so stuck up...they all are then gents...costs the tax payer a fortune to keep family's like his in them big houses", muttered Lisa.

Molly half nodded and was watching the Captain disappear towards the huts that contained the wards, "Yeah...I'll look for you later Marie and we'll do that letter, I promise"

Molly, clutching the dried pile of clean starched linen, then hurried across the paddock towards the wood belcony that surrounded the hut. She peared through the window to see Captain James talking with Alfie Ward, no doubt giving him the news that he wasn't going to be returning to the trenches.

Emily was at his side and there was some friendly chit-chat between them. Emily was all blushes and sweet smiles. But she managed to crack a smile on HIS face.

Why did she care? He was just a toffy nosed stuck up what's it. He had spoken to her in London, but that was because he had to, why would someone of his class want to spend the time of day with her.

Mum always said that you should keep to your own class when love was concerned. It was too complicated otherwise.

Each class should know their place. That's what she said.

Emily was his class. She was well to do, or her mum and dad were anyway.

"Why are you stood out here girl? Those linen sheets should be back on that shelf inside, you are letting all the flying pests getting into it"

Molly looked at Sister Susan, she hadn't seen the mosies and she waved them out of the way, she entered the ward and kept a track to the wall towards the back shelving, she didn't want to be seen or noticed.

Emily looked her way and frowned, why was she acting like that for? Captain James turned his head and his eyes briefly met Mollys.

Molly dropped the clean white sheets onto the dirty dustly floor, "Oh shit!"

As she stooped and scooped up the linen, she looked up to see that his face was rather stormy.

Great.

But that Emily was clutching his arm and steering him towards the exit, she was talking to him and a smile was back on his face.

Once they had gone, Molly stopped and intook a deep breath, she then noticed the look on Alfie's face. She got up and went over, "Hey whatsup?"

His eyes met hers, "You must know what...I'm going home...I'm being formally discharged...I'm not going home a hero am I...I'm just a failure"

Molly gave him a sympathetic look, "No you are not...who told you that?"

Alfie nodded his head towards the exit, "He did in not too many words...he good as said the the British Army dont need me no more..."

"Did he now..."

Feeling het up that her friend was feeling really low after all her efforts to make him smile and joke about, Molly stormed out and made for the gent Captain.

"Oi!"

Captain James turned and raised his eyebrows at her approach, "Are you addressing me by any chance"

"Yeah I am...how dare you tell him he's a failure! Do you know how low he's feeling in there...since he got here, he was nearly dead when he turned up here you know"

The Captain tilted his head and clutched his cap, "yes nurse...nearly is the word...but not quite dead...so, if I was him, I would be thinking I'll be happy to return home alive to my loved ones, wouldn't you say...?"

Molly didn't know what to say but sort of shrugged, "Yeah...whatever"

"Indeed"

He was about to go when he paused and turned, "Good to see you again Nurse Dawes, even though you have turned up like a bad penny"

"Charming"

He held her gaze for a brief second then was back with a curt smile at Emily and was on his way up the ward. Emily looked at her, "I thought he was going to give you a right tongue lashing when you said that..."

Molly looked after the Captain as he disappeared behind the corner and turned to her, "So did I...", and with that she was off.

Emily watched her go and rubbed her cheek, she would have to watch that Molly, Captain James should have shot her down in flames, she had seen it before, but not with Molly...

But she needn't worry...Molly Dawes wasn't his class...he wouldn't give her a second look, would he?

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