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This chapter pretty much continues after the last one... Molly and Elvis chat and as for Charles...

Molly smiled as she watched Sam devour the kid's meal in the hospital canteen. Her sandwich was still in the wrapper on the table in front of her, she just wanted to make sure Sam had enough before she had hers. If a stranger were to come by, they would accuse of her not feeding her son by the way he was getting on. She had already told him several times to slow down but he didn't listen. He loved his food, always had, she just wondered where the hell he put it. She smiled as she looked over the table and saw Nick telling Chloe the same thing.

"I think they're having a competition, who can eat lunch the fastest," Molly laughed as she fidgeted with Howie the bear who was currently sitting on her knee. "Thanks for bringing him on my lunch break."

"No problem," Nick replied as he finished his coffee "Kate said you might appreciate a visit and it was either here for lunch or McDonald's."

"Here is healthier," Molly smiled "So, what are the plans for the rest of the day whilst I'm slaving away at work with your wife?"

"We're all going to feed the ducks," Nick grinned. "I've got the bread already prepared in the car. One bag for Chloe, one for Sam."

Molly rolled her eyes. Despite knowing the man for over three years she was still surprised at his level of OCD. Off course feeding the ducks bread would also be something he would obsess over, the bread had to be cut into equal pieces. He had once tried to ensure that each duck got the same number of pieces but soon realised that was something out of his control. She held back a giggle at the last time she'd been at the park with both Sam and Chloe.

Whilst Sam was the quiet, thoughtful child, Chloe was not. She was loud, boisterous and always the centre of attention. Kate forever went on about how different she was to her older brother and sister and was convinced that she'd been switched at birth and always asked Molly how she got the angelic child and she got the devil.

"Well let's hope there's no temper tantrums today," Molly smirked as she thought back to a few weeks earlier when she and Kate had taken the kids to the same park. It was a warm sunny day and they'd decided on ice cream as a treat for everyone, only for Chloe to throw one of her tantrums because the two mothers had a flake in their ice cream, and she didn't. When Chloe threw a tantrum, she really threw a tantrum. There were fake tears, loud screams and stamping of the feet. People walking past were either giving them strange looks or sniggering quietly. Chloe got a hold of her mother's ice cream and managed to knock it out of Kate's hand and onto the ground and when she went to try and eat it and was told off, there were more tears and stamping of the feet.

Sam had stood there the whole time completely oblivious to everything. Or as Molly often thought, he was so used to being in Chloe's company that he was simply used to it.

Once Kate had scolded her daughter and Chloe realised that both Molly and Sam still had ice cream she started screaming again and started to nip Sam. Kate shouted at her again only for Sam to turn around and shove the ice cream in Chloe's face.

Molly froze for a second, torn between either standing and cheering her son on or scolding him, when she saw Kate doubled over beside her actually crying with laughter before glancing back at a screaming Chloe "You asked for it kiddo!"

Molly, now struggling not to laugh herself, took one look at Sam who was standing still, head down, lower lip trembling and huge big tears rolling down his face. That was typical of her son, no screaming or yelling, he cried quietly to himself. She scooped him up into her lap and quietly told him off.

"Please don't wish that on me Molly," Nick grimaced "My ribs are still sore from the ice cream incident."

"Mummy we are going to feed the ducks!" Sam grinned as he finished his juice.

"You are, and you're going to be the best boy for Uncle Nick, right?" Molly asked as she handed Howie the bear back to Sam.

"Yes!" Sam said with his cheesiest grin.

"No hitting Chloe," Molly warned him, as Nick stood up and lifted Chloe from the chair before doing the same with Sam.

"Sam give mummy a kiss and let her have her lunch!"

Molly smiled as Sam bounced over to her and gave her one of his sloppy kisses and a hug.

They left the table and as she opened the wrapper of her sandwich, she saw Nick stop in the doorway and whisper in Sam's ear. Next thing she saw was Sam waving to her. She smiled and waved back and blew him a kiss.

Molly never noticed the man standing at the till looking over at her.

Elvis had left Charles' hospital room shortly after Molly had. He was convinced she was the same Molly from the stag night, it was her that Charles had been going on about for what felt like forever. He wanted a chance to ask her without Mr and Mrs James around.

It had been a long night and day and he was suddenly ravenous as he reached the canteen, having decided on the peppered chicken and rice. It was as he was standing at the till waiting in the queue to pay that he saw Molly sitting at a table with another man and two young children, who didn't look much older than his Laura.

He frowned. Was this a stranger who just happened to be sharing a table with Molly? But then he saw them talking and making a fuss of the children, was this Molly's husband? A lot could happen in the three or so years since he'd seen her last.

It was only when he was paying for his meal, that he saw the little boy wrap his arms around Molly and give her a kiss. He instinctively knew the little boy was hers. Having paid for his meal Elvis was putting his wallet away when he saw the boy leaving the canteen with the man and the little girl. As he reached the door he turned around to wave goodbye to Molly, allowing Elvis to see the little boy's face head on. He saw it immediately and froze…the boy was the double of Charles. A million thoughts were going through his head as he found himself approaching Molly's table.

"Mind if I join you?" Elvis asked, just as Molly bit into her sandwich.

Molly nodded her head and then saw who it was. Charles' best friend. His face was somewhat familiar to her and then she realised from where.

"Those kids, who were sitting here with you, they were cute," Elvis said carefully. "They yours?"

Molly's eyes bulged slightly at the thought of having Chloe as her daughter "The little boy, Sam is. Chloe is Ms Devlin's daughter."

"As in Charlie's Surgeon?" Elvis asked as he tucked into his meal.

"Yeah, there's only a few weeks between them, been friends since birth. That was her husband, he has the unenviable task of taking them to the park this afternoon."

"He's braver than me, I struggle with one kid never mind two the same age," Elvis laughed as he thought of his daughter.

"You have a kid?" Molly asked as she finished her lunch.

"Yeah, Laura will be four in a few weeks. Sam looks about the same age," he said carefully. The last thing he wanted was for her to clam up and run.

"Sam's three and a half."

Elvis nodded, whilst deciding on his next question. He could skirt around the issue or just be blunt. He was tired and wanted answers for Charles' sake. "Is Charlie his father?"

Molly froze and looked at him. If he was the same man she thought he was then there was no point in lying. She nodded her head.

"How did you know?"

"Because Sam is a mini me of Charlie, that, and I recognised you from our very brief meeting where you stopped your friend from making a complete prat of herself."

"You remember?"

"Never forget a pretty face."

Molly looked down at the table and took a deep breath.

"I always wanted to see him again," Molly said quietly "To tell him he has a son, I just never imagined it would be like this."

Elvis nodded slightly before he continued "He told me about you."

Molly looked up, slightly scared of what he was about to tell her. "It was a one-night stand, we were both drunk…"

"He didn't regret it Molly," Elvis interrupted "I don't know what was said that night, but when I saw you in the bar, helping your friend, I saw the way he looked at you, he smiled at you. I hadn't seen him smile in a long time before that or since, the only time he smiled has been when he's talked about you. How he regretted not getting your phone number."

"It was his stag party!" Molly whispered loudly not wanting the whole canteen to hear the conversation. "I woke up and realised what had happened. I was going to leave my number but what would that have made me, a dirty mistress, his bit on the side? I don't think so."

"He was going to call off the wedding, but she, well manipulative doesn't come close."

"He told me some things about her, but he still married her."

"Yeah and it barely lasted a year," Elvis stated "Look it's not my story to tell, but what I can tell you is that Charlie is so bloody by the book, traditionalist with a copy of the rules and regulations shoved up his arse. I would never have thought he would cheat on Rebecca, but he did, and if I'm honest was bloody glad he did…until he started pining for you."

"What?" Molly whispered.

"He has never stopped thinking about you Molly, and now there is Sam. He's always wanted to be a dad."

Molly buried her head in her hands, her head was swirling. He had thought about her. He had wanted to contact her. He wanted kids, oh shit he was going to hate her.

"When are you going to tell him?"

"When he's well enough to handle it," Molly replied instantly.

"When he's well enough?" Elvis glared at her "He has a right to know!"

"And he will, but I can't exactly walk into his room, tap him on the shoulder to wake him up and go hey, remember me, guess what we have a son!"

Elvis glared at her.

"He's had brain surgery," Molly said quietly and carefully "We don't yet know how that's affected him. He could wake up and be his normal self, or he could wake up not knowing anyone or anything."

Elvis still looked at her but was starting to take in what she was saying.

"Imagine if he doesn't remember anything, I walk in there and tell him we have a child together and he has no memory of anything" Molly asked him "You're his best mate, what's he going to think?"

Elvis sighed as the penny dropped "That you're either married or in a relationship."

"Exactly, and what happens when he finally remembers what really happened?"

"I dread to think."

"It will set him back and hurt him far more than waiting ever will. This is my job Elvis. I get you're looking out for your friend but if you want your friend back then he needs time and patience."

"What about his parents, they need to know too."

"And they will," Molly replied, "but I think Charles deserves to know first don't you?"

Elvis nodded as Molly's phone beeped and watched as she read the message. "What's happened?"

"Charles is awake," Molly said as she quickly stood up and grabbed her coffee, Elvis was two steps behind her.

OGOGOGOG

It only took them a few minutes to get back to the ward, instantly they saw the activity going on around Charles' room. Anna and Archie were pacing about outside the room when they saw Elvis approach them.

"So, he's awake then!" he grinned as he patted Archie on the back.

"How did you know?"

"I saw him in the canteen when I got the message," Molly explained quickly "Where is Ms Devlin?"

"In there examining him, but something's not right Molly," Anna sniffed.

Molly could tell that the woman was on the verge of tears and she reached out and took her hand, "What do you mean?"

"He was saying strange things, almost gibberish," Archie said "Made absolutely no sense at all.

"He has just woken up," Molly said trying to reassure all of them, "Let Ms Devlin examine him and see what she has to say."

At that moment the door to his room opened and Kate stepped out, saw Molly and nodded for her to join her in the room. As she stepped into the room Kate whispered in her ear "Sure you're okay to do this?"

"I have to be," Molly whispered back, looking at him lying up in bed, eyes open and staring right at her. She took a deep breath and closed the door. She then noticed that he wasn't looking directly at her but right through her instead as if she didn't even exist.

"Hello Charles, you're awake," Molly smiled as she lifted his chart to check what Kate had noted so far.

"Whatever," he mumbled

"My name is Molly and I'm gonna be your nurse today."

"Huh," he muttered again, causing Kate and Molly to look at each other, both thinking the same thing, he had no recollection of her at all.

Over the next few minutes Kate asked Charles to do various things, could he smile, move his arms and then legs. Could he hold a pen, count to ten and recite the alphabet? He was able to answer and complete everything, it was the last question though that had him confused.

"Charles what year is it?" Kate asked him

He looked around the room suddenly realising that no-one else was there. "Where are those bastards?"

"Who?" Molly asked him "Who are you looking for?"

"Those immature bastards that did this to me!"

"Did what to to you?" Kate asked quietly as she came closer to the bed.

"They sit at the back and make fun of those who want to listen…. All they do is drink and fuck."

"Where are you Charles?"

"In hospital, they probably think it's funny."

"Who does?" Kate asked again

"Those immature bastards. Some friends they are," he muttered as he looked away and stared into space.

"I have no idea what he's going on about," Kate whispered to Molly.

"His friend is outside, maybe he could help?"

"It's worth a try I guess," Kate replied as she tried to get Charles' attention again.

Molly opened the door and asked Elvis to come in with Anna and Archie directly behind him.

"Hey Charlie boy!" Elvis grinned as he walked into the room and stopped where he was. The look on Charles' face was like thunder.

"Who the hell are you?" Charles barked at him.

Anna and Archie looked at each other and then at Kate and Molly

"I'm your best mate, remember?" Elvis asked him carefully

"Oh, I remember you now, flirting with my girlfriend," Charles spat out before continuing "You're one of those immature bastards. You're no fucking friend of mine."

"Charles language please," Anna said carefully to her son.

"Oh, mummy dearest, you need to lose the grey hair, you look like an old hag," Charles remarked as he turned back to Elvis. "Did you enjoy fucking my girlfriend in the store room?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about mate!" Elvis said raising his hands in the air in an act of surrender.

"Charles you need to calm down you're upsetting your mother," Archie spoke up firmly as he put his arm around his wife to comfort her.

"You need to go on a diet dad, the pair of you are an embarrassment," Charles bit back "Send Rebecca my regards," he said to Elvis.

"Okay I think everyone needs to leave the room," Molly said quickly before anything else was said in anger.

"Good idea," Kate replied, "Let's go to the family room, shall we?"

A few minutes later they were all in the small room, Anna and Archie were sitting holding hands, Anna was crying softly as Molly finished making her a cup of tea whilst Elvis was pacing the room.

"I never slept with Rebecca," he stated "I would never stoop that low. Just want it out there so everyone is clear."

"Well Charles obviously thinks that you did," Archie replied with a sigh.

"There was one time," Elvis stopped as he tried to remember "We had just started at Sandhurst and there was a party and Charlie was drunk. Rebecca was flirting with everyone and she tried it on with me and I told her to piss off, that I wasn't interested."

"Wish Charles had done that," Archie replied dryly.

"How long ago was this?" Kate asked Elvis

"At least ten years ago," Elvis replied.

Kate nodded "What Charles is saying, what he remembers, seems to point back to this party. Were you friends then?"

"Not really, he was the smart one sitting at the front of the classes, while I was, well the joker and player at the back. It wasn't until the end of the first term before we could say we were friends."

"Judging by my assessment I would say Charles has amnesia," Kate explained as she sat down on the small table and faced his parents. "His mobility is okay and so is his speech. It's his memory that's now the concern. He can't remember what happened or how he got here, except for this incident ten or more years ago. At the moment it's difficult to tell if this is a short-term thing or more permanent.

"He could be like this forever?" Anna sobbed

"Yes and no," Kate replied "I know that Molly and I must sound like broken record, but he just needs time. The amnesia could be a side effect of the surgery or it could be the fracture to the skull. It could be the start of another bleed on the brain. It could even be his mind playing tricks on him to block out a period of time that has come to be traumatic for him. We really do just have to wait. His memory could start to come back gradually. That's why I'm delaying a transfer to Headley."

Archie nodded his head as he tried to process what Kate was saying.

"In the meantime, Molly's going to continually observe him, as will another nurse during the night, we'll run more tests and scans and continue to monitor his condition for any changes."

"Can we stay with him, in the room I mean?" Anna asked, "Even if he is rude and obnoxious."

"Off course," Kate replied "But remember that your son is lost and confused right now. He doesn't know what's happening. So, try to not tell him anything, let him ask the questions and answer him honestly."

"What do you mean?" Archie queried

"You mention that he is divorced?"

"Yes."

"Then don't tell him that and what happened. At the moment he doesn't even remember being married. He needs to remember himself, even if it takes a while. But offering him the details that fills in the gaps of his memory will just serve to confuse him further."

"I'm not sure I understand or that I can keep information from him when I can see him suffering with this?" Anna asked as she looked between Kate and Molly.

"I remember being told this in uni, I don't know if it's real or made up," Molly said as she came and sat beside Anna. "There was a couple who had separated after ten years of marriage, no kids. He came from a wealthy family, the wife didn't. He caught her cheating on him, they separated and were in the process of divorcing. He was driving to his solicitors to change his will and finalise the divorce when his car skidded on ice. He was knocked unconscious and in a coma for weeks. His wife never visited until she was told he had regained consciousness. He was confused, he had no memory of anything, she came in and straight away started talking about the weather, the neighbours, and he took it all in. He couldn't remember so he didn't know if it was a truth or a lie. He believed everything she told him. They were happily married and when he came home from hospital, she told him that he had cheated on her and she manipulated him to the point that he wouldn't leave the house."

Molly paused for a moment before continuing "His doctors tried to talk to him, but he believed everything she told him, because she was telling him what no else would when he woke up. It was only a few months later, when he discovered the truth, when he found an old voice message, that she had cleaned him out. He was broken, destroyed and he then overdosed."

"Oh god," Anna muttered.

"Don't go in there and talk about things he doesn't know or remember, talk about things he does and if he asks a question answer him honestly." Kate clarified.

"I know this is a lot for you to take in, why don't you all have a rest in here for a while and I'll see you back at his room?" Molly offered.

"I think that's a good idea," Kate said as she stood up "Please excuse me I have another patient I need to check on."

Molly left the room with Kate and closed the door behind her. As Kate made her way to another patient Molly stood where she was for a moment and leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. He didn't remember her, he had looked right through her. Her only thought was Sam, would he ever meet the man she had met all those years ago?

Her thoughts were broken when the door opened, and Elvis stepped out. He closed the door quickly behind him and looked straight at her.

"I can't tell him, not when he's like this," Molly whispered.

Elvis nodded as he rubbed his eyes. "I get it, I don't like it, but I understand."

Molly smiled sadly as she turned and headed back into Charles' room.

When she entered, he was fast asleep and she was glad, it gave her a few moments to take in everything that happened in the past hour.

She used the quiet time to catch up on charts and other admin tasks that she was responsible for on the ward when she noticed that he would need a new IV bag. As she stood up, she heard a knock on the door and saw Elvis walk cautiously into the room.

"He's asleep," Molly whispered as she nodded towards Charles.

"So are his parents," Elvis replied, "Is it okay if I sit with him for a while?"

"Course it is," Molly smiled back. "Just need to get a new bag, be back in a minute."

She walked out to the store room, found a new saline bag and came back into the room. Charles was still asleep, and Elvis was sitting in the chair.

"What's that for?" Elvis asked her quietly

"To stop him from getting dehydrated. This will probably be the last one he needs now he's awake," Molly explained as she changed bags. They both heard the groan that came from the bed.

"Hey, you're awake," Molly smiled as she looked down at Charles who was staring straight at her.

"How are you feeling mate?" Elvis asked as he leaned closer to Charles.

Charles continued to look at her. Did he remember her? Molly couldn't help but look away, his stare was so intense and reminded her of that night, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only person in the world. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks as she cleared her throat. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she bent down to pick up the empty IV bag that had fallen on to the floor.

"Better now that you're here," Charles grinned as he watched her bend over.

The bag had fallen at an awkward angle and she had to bend right over to get at it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand pinch her bum. When she looked round Charles was grinning from ear to ear whilst Elvis' eyes were like saucers.

Did his stiff upper lip best friend really just pinch the nurse's arse? He tried to keep his face straight as he looked between Charles and Molly, who appeared not to have been offended by it.

"Jeez, you nearly gave me a Julius there, mate" she laughed. "How are you really feeling?"

Charles noticed Elvis sitting in the chair and laughed "Oh I know what this is, I'm on to you"

"You do?" Elvis frowned as Molly continued to clean where the bag had fallen, as she tried to ignore and hide just how much his touch had affected her.

"Nurse," Charles smirked as Molly stood up beside him

"Yes."

"Ignore what you're pretending to do, we all know what the real problem is and what you're really here for."

Molly frowned - did he remember her or was it the amnesia playing with his mind? "I don't understand?"

Charles reached out to grab her hand and before she even realised what was happening, he pulled her hand under the bedsheet and over his groin where his member was starting to react to her touch.

Molly pulled her hand away as she felt herself go red with embarrassment. She stepped back from the bed as Charles laughed.

"What the hell are you playing at Charlie?" Elvis shouted as he stood and looked between his friend and Molly "Are you okay?" he asked, the look of concern and shock evident on his face.

"I'm fine, wouldn't be the first time it's happened," Molly replied quickly, trying to laugh off what had just happened.

"Oh, come on don't be shy, just get it over and done with please," Charles laughed

"Charlie, what the hell are you talking about?" Elvis asked him, still shocked at what had just happened

"The strip show! I know what you're like, it wouldn't be the first time you brought a stripper to one of the parties."

"What… the bloody hell… there is no stripper. She's a real nurse, you're in the hospital, she's taking care of you!"

"Yeah right, of course she is!"

Molly's heart was beating so fast. She was a little angry and upset, but at the same time could see the funny side of it. She looked directly at Charles "If I were a stripper mate, would I be standing here in scrubs, trainers, hair in a plait and no makeup? No, I would look a damn bit sexier than this!"

Charles looked again at her appearance "So, you're not a stripper?" He asked cautiously.

"No."

"You really are a nurse?"

"Yes, I am."

"And I'm really in the hospital."

"That's right," Molly replied as Charles finally started to take in where he was and what was happening to him.

"I am going to step outside," Elvis said quietly as Charles continued to look around him.

Molly pulled the stool she'd been sitting on earlier, over to where she was standing and sat down. She couldn't describe how she was currently feeling but she didn't trust herself to remain standing.

He was asking questions, some she could answer, some she couldn't. He was asking her about the machines that were in the room and what they were for. What hospital he was in, what city he was in.

What she did learn was that he didn't know his date of birth or what year it was. Or who was prime minister.

She stood up and took his blood pressure while he was lying there quietly on the bed.

"Is it okay?"

"A little high but that's to be expected," Molly replied as she noted the result in his chart and put the monitor away. "I need to let the doctor see this."

"I don't know what happened Molly, I have no idea who I am. But you," he said as she walked towards the door. She turned and looked at him "You intrigue me, you touch electrifies me. I…"

"Charles…" Molly interrupted in an attempt to stop him saying anymore.

"Molly, did I know you before this?" He asked her as he stared right at her "It's like I know you, but I don't know you… were you my girlfriend? Were we in love?"

Molly stood frozen to the spot unsure of what to say next. What could she say? Before she could reply there was a knock at the door and Kate walked in.

"Nurse, can I speak to you a moment please?"

"Yeah," Molly cleared her throat and looked at Charles "Sorry, I need to go but I'll be back."

She stepped out of the room and into a warzone. Archie and Anna were standing at the other side of the nurse's station listening to Elvis tell everyone about what had just happened.

"Is what he's saying true Molly?" Kate asked her gently

Molly nodded her head. "It wouldn't be the first time I've had my arse pinched or slapped or someone cops a feel when I bend over."

"Even so, he made you touch him," Kate winced "I know what you're saying, it's the amnesia but that's no excuse, it's not acceptable."

"I don't care what anyone says that is not my friend in that hospital bed," Elvis all but yelled around the ward.

"Molly, I am so sorry for my son's behaviour," Anna said as she approached "I just don't know what to say to you, I have no words."

"Like I said Mrs James, its fine, it wouldn't be the first time it has happened, and it probably won't be the last," Molly smiled at the older woman. "If you'll excuse me, I need to speak to Ms Devlin a moment."

Molly pulled Kate to the side and told her what had happened after Elvis had left the room, what he could and couldn't remember along with his blood pressure results.

"I'm going to organise another scan, just to be on the safe side," Kate replied as she looked at Molly, "you sure you're okay?"

"Just need a few minutes to myself, my head is fragged," Molly sighed as she made her way to the staff room and sat down.

All she could see were those dark brown intense eyes staring at her, into her very soul as he kissed her up against the hotel room door and again when he started to move inside her. He said her touch had electrified him, well it had definitely electrified her that night and now again in his hospital bed.

Had they been in love? Could you fall in love with someone within just a few hours of meeting them? She didn't think so, she'd never believed in love at first sight, but then again why was she always thinking of him, why did she compare every man she had ever been on a date with since to him? And not one of them ever matched him. Were her feelings for him clouded because of Sam?

Her mind was spinning as the tears started to fall and the next thing she knew, Kate was beside her, holding her and calming her down.

"It was only a matter a time until you cracked," Kate said once Molly had calmed down and had told her about what Elvis had said to her in the canteen.

"I'm scared Kate. I always wanted to find him again to tell him about Sam, for Sam to have his father in life. But what if that doesn't happen? What if he never remembers what we had and refuses to acknowledge Sam? What if I did this, if I had left my phone number and he had called off the wedding, then Sam would know his father, he may never have been on that stupid exercise, what if all this is my fault?"

"None of this is your fault Molly, you know as well as I do that most cases of amnesia like this go away."

"Yeah and then he remembers what happened, which will then set off another shit storm?"

"You're going to hate what I'm about to say," Kate smiled as she looked at Molly

"We just have to wait and see what happens," Molly laughed as she wiped away the tears.

"Well Nurse Dawes, your shift finished five minutes ago. You're going to go home and play with that gorgeous boy of yours, read him his bedtime story of Chicken Licken for the millionth time, then once he's asleep you're going to have a large glass of wine, relax on the sofa and plan what you're going to do on your day off."

"That sounds wonderful, but we are telling Sam tonight about Jac and Dan getting married and moving out," Molly sighed.

"Okay well after that open the wine, because you need to relax and switch off Molly otherwise you're going to go out of your mind. Still on for swimming with the kids tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but aren't you on call, what if his scan comes back?"

Kate interrupted "Well then I can come in, and you look after little Miss Temper Tantrum for me, you can handle her better than I can most of the time! Come on let's get you home."

I think I may have broken Charles... but is this change in personality permanent?

I know very little about medical conditions, all of the above comes from the NHS website and my imagination! Thank you for reading!