Last chapter dear readers :-( I'm going to miss writing this story. Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews along the way it is much appreciated.

If you are able to, have a listen to the song 'Look After You' by Aron Wright. The lyrics are so apt for Georgie and Charlie and I think it makes a fitting "theme song" to this story.

I really hope you like the ending xx

Three weeks after the wedding

Georgie hauled herself up into the passengers seat of the ambulance and her coworker, Tony settled himself back into the drivers seat after their first job of the night shift - an elderly lady who'd had a fall at home. It was early evening and they had a long shift ahead of them.

"Bet Mauritius feels like a million moons ago now eh?" Tony said as they buckled in their seatbelts. Today was Georgie's first day back on the job.

"Back to reality." She smiled at him, reminiscing for a moment about her and Charlie's perfect honeymoon before she began to speak into the ambulance radio.

"Alpha Four Three Nine we're just clearing that first job now, over."

There were many similarities between working for the ambulance service and being a combat medic on the front line. She felt that familiar rush of adrenaline whenever a call came in, her instinctive urge to help people kicking in. She even quite liked the radio comms. The best part about this job of course was that she got to go home at the end of a shift, home to Charlie and the life they shared together.

"Four Three Nine thank you." The call handler on the other end of the radio began. "I've got another job coming in and you guys are my nearest available crew. Not a very nice one I'm afraid - I've got a male who is threatening to jump from a footbridge onto a dual carriageway. Police are on route. Trying to get a road closure in place. Sending details through now."

Tony shot Georgie a quick grimace and immediately turned on the blue lights and began to pull the ambulance away.

"Yep Four Three Nine copy that, we're on route. ETA is showing as 6 minutes." Georgie said, scanning through the information that was coming through.

"Four Three Nine thank you, I'll update if we get any further info."

Just then Georgie felt her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulled it out and saw his name on the screen.

Charlie.

She would be lying if she said she didn't panic and put two and two together at that very moment as an image of Charlie hanging from the railings of the bridge suddenly flashed before her.

"Charlie? Are you ok?" She answered, sounding more obviously anxious than she'd have liked.

"Yea I'm fine." Charlie said breezily. "I just wanted my wonderful wife to be the first to know... I got the job!" He said, sounding elated.

"What!?" She exclaimed, letting out a huge breath of relief.

"Say hello to your very own Military Technical Advisor, official as of next Monday."

"Oh babe that's amazing! I'm so proud of you." She said, feeling instantly foolish for having thought the worst. She knew that he was in a good place now and that this job would be the start of something brilliant for him. "I still can't believe the BBC wanna make a drama about female army medics!" She scoffed.

Charlie laughed on the other end of the phone "I know." He said.

"Listen we've just been called to a job, we're on blue lights so I'll speak to you later yea?" She said.

"Of course, you'll be brilliant. I love you." He told her.

"Love you too." She said before ending the call.

"Ahh love you too." Tony mimicked with a grin.

Georgie smiled and rolled her eyes at him.

"Aah I think it's nice." He said cheerfully.

Georgie liked working with Tony, they had a good camaraderie together. He was older; mid fifties and had been doing the job almost as long as she'd been alive, she was in good hands with him.

As they weaved in and out of traffic to get to the incident on the bridge as quickly as possible her adrenaline started pumping, she kept checking the ETA, 2 minutes now. She just hoped that they would get there in time to help. She was also feeling a surge of elation for Charlie, she was over the moon for him securing this job and she couldn't wait to get home to him and congratulate him in person.

As they neared the scene, a police officer approached the vehicle. "Hiya folks, just come this way please." He guided them and they came to a stop. The road had been closed to traffic now.

As she stepped out of the ambulance Georgie looked up at the man who was stood on the wrong side of the bridge, leaning forwards from the railings.

"How long's he been up there?" She asked, not taking her eyes off him.

"About 20 minutes or so." The police officer told her. "I've got a couple of my negotiators up there now." He then received a message through his radio and turned to answer it.

"It's mental health again, innit?" Tony said to Georgie, grabbing his kit bag from the ambulance. "This lot just wanna get the road open again." He said nodding his head toward the police. "Then they'll palm him off to us, and there's only so much we can do." He sighed. "If there's one thing this job has taught me in the last few years especially Georgie, there's just far too little help out there for people struggling. Sad state of affairs ain't it?" He said.

Georgie could see the sadness in his eyes, he was like her, he just wanted to help. She understood where he was coming from completely. "We do what we can." She said patting him on the back.

It seemed like it happened in slow-motion. His body tumbled through the air as she stood open mouthed, the almighty thud of him hitting the hard concrete made her whole body clench momentarily.

"Shit!" She shouted as she and Tony began to sprint toward their casualty.

"Hello, hello Sir can you hear me? My name's Georgie, I'm gonna help you ok?" She spoke as she checked his vitals. "Keep him still, keep him still for me..."

OG

As she sat in the back of the ambulance, which was now speeding toward the hospital on blue lights, Georgie gazed at the man lying on the stretcher, wires everywhere. She couldn't help but think about Charlie and how grateful she was that he hadn't jumped that night. She wouldn't be sat here right now if he had, that much she knew. He looked after her and she looked after him. Maybe that was how it was always meant to be. Was it fate? Destiny even? She didn't really know. Life just seemed to have a funny way of working things out.

Just then the man lying on the stretcher began trying to communicate.

Leaning over him, she rubbed his hand reassuringly. "Hello Sir, my name's Georgie. You're alright, you're in an ambulance, we're taking you to hospital ok? Can you remember what happened?"

The man began to cry "Yea" he said. "Everything hurts."

"I know." She said gently squeezing his hand. "We're gonna sort that don't you worry." She reassured him. "What's your name?" She asked softly.

"Michael." He managed croakily.

"You're gonna be Ok Michael." She said as she smoothed his hair back off of his face.

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She was sat in the back of the ambulance, holding Elvis' face in her hands after he had been shot whilst saving her from Abu at the graduation ceremony in Manchester.

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"You're gonna be ok." She said again, holding onto his hand.

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This time, she was the one lying on a stretcher, being loaded into the back of an ambulance in Bangladesh after she was injured in the explosion at the police station. Charlie held her hand all the way to the hospital.

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And it was there, in that moment, whilst doing what she loved, what she was good at and what gave her the greatest sense that she was doing something that actually meant something - helping people - that she truly realised for herself...

"It's all gonna be Ok."