It had been a few weeks since the incident in the hotel in London. Molly was still staying with Charles in Bath and going to her parents of a weekend. She still didn't want to expose her siblings to the night terrors she was having as she usually woke up a mess. Anyway Charles made her feel safe and Bath was relaxing and calming.

Today was the day molly was due at Headley court to see one of the counsellors, she was bricking it. She hated talking about her life and how shit it was, she proved that on the first stage of her training when that corporal leach made her do that ice breaker. She hated spilling her guts to a total stranger. She was supposed to be tough. But she kept on telling herself how much she needed to do this. What she hated more than spilling her guts was how much she was hurting the people she loved and how much she had pushed Charles away.

Charles drove them to Headley court. And they sat in the waiting room. The friendly receptionist informed them that the clinic was running half an hour behind so there would be a delay in the appointments. They sat down in the bright and airy waiting room. Thankfully they weren't waiting too much longer that there appointment time when a voice came from behind.

"Private Molly Dawes RAMC" came the friendly voice "my name is Dr Newman who was a friendly looking woman in her mid 30's. Charles kissed molly who then proceeded to follow the doctor to her office

Dr Newman's office was bright and welcoming, there was a comfortable looking settee and arm chair by the big window looking over the grounds, there was also some bean bags in the corner and an old fashioned desk with two equally old looking chairs.

"Take a seat where you feel the most comfortable"

Molly sat on the settee and curled up and pulled her feet up, then quickly remembered where she was and put them on the floor again.

"Sorry" she mumbled slightly embarrassed

Dr Newman smiled "it's alright molly if you feel comfortable like that then please sit like that"

They talked for the allotted hour. About Smurf, Katy, Charles and Bashera. And how molly felt responsible for ruining the lives of all these people. Smurf and Katy's deaths, Charles not being allowed to serve aboard on active duty again. Bashera being taken away from her family and life as she knew it.

Dr Newman asked to see molly in a few weeks' time and gave her some breathing exercises to help with the anxiety. Molly already felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Dr Newman escorted her back to the waiting room.

"How did it go" Charles said greeting molly with a kiss

"Good she has really started to get me to the bottom of my demons".

"That's fantastic."

"Sorry I have been such a cow"

They arrived back in Bath in time for some late lunch early tea. Molly wasn't very hungry, she just lay on the sofa with a hot chocolate.

"Are you ok Molly?"

"Yeah I will be. Today just brought up some long forgotten ghosts"

"I know, it will be hard. But you have to do it if you are to get over this."

He lifted Molly's head so he could sit down and molly cuddled up to him resting her head on his shoulder.

"What did I deserve you, boss man?"

"I love you Molly Dawes."

Charles scooped her up and kissed her. Molly giggled as they made their way upstairs

Their clothes lay discarded on the bedroom floor

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