I'm sorry for the such long wait for this chapter. I have been thinking about my writing and trying to build my confidence back up. Anyways that's enough of my blabbering hope you enjoy and thanks for waiting out.
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It should have all been simple. She had been brought back to camp, to the others and she was safe, but if it was simple it wouldn't be real. It wouldn't be life. Every time she closed her eyes she remembered the feeling of a sharp prick and slice of barbed wire on her wrists, the sharp cut of the rusty knife and the all too familiar feel of the bullet entering her body. No matter what she did she couldn't shift it from her mind. She also recalled the conversation she had with Smurf while they were on R&R. 'Pirbright. Afghan. Short or fragged. Prison. Life cycle of a squaddie.' Well she could say she was half way to fulfilling that and she was only twenty! She did her basic training in Pirbright. She went to Afghan. She was shot. Twice! And she was most defiantly fragged. Hopefully she didn't end up in prison next, it wasn't like none of her family had ended up in prison, after all Dave's brother was in there for theft, both normal and car theft. However that was another thing about her family that she planned to skip and change.
Captain James had been there for her as much as he could be. She was still in the med centre and he was worrying more as each day went by that maybe she would be sent home. They only had one month left of their extended tour, surely they wouldn't send her home now? But no he was being selfish. He could see she was fragged but he hopped no-one else could. He couldn't protect her when she would be in England and him in Afghan. Though he was indeed being selfish it didn't mean he wasn't breaking down himself. He had seen his normally hard acting, cocksure medic crumbling into a million pieces and he didn't know what to do other than sit with her, stroke her hair and tell her it would all be okay. He just wished his mother was here. She would know what to do.
Mrs James was someone that was seen to be able to handle things. She barely got angry and had the patients of a saint. To say she never got angry wasn't exactly true but she was the type that would utter the words most feared even by grown men. 'I'm not angry... I'm just disappointed.' Countless of times James had wanted to yell at her 'I'd rather you were angry!'. She was the type of mother that seemed to be able to handle everything that ever happened. She was the family of threes' anchor. She had been there for him when he came back from his first tour, slightly fragged and she was even there for him when he went completely off the rails after loosing one of his men. He didn't care how 'Heroic' it was that he crawled 200 meters on belly to retrieve his body, he shouldn't have been killed in the first place! She had helped him over come the guilt and he knew she would be able to help Molly. Molly was all he cared about right now and because of that he had never needed his Mother and her advise more in his life.
Molly was sat in her bed in the medical centre and she was raring to move. She felt like for her injuries were healed enough, in her opinion she had been in there for too long as it was. They did always say that doctors were the worst patients, medics were probably the same. That or it was just the way Molly was. She had always hated being still, hence one of the reasons of her hating school. But here she was sat waiting. It was times like this she would get bored, dwell over the events that happened and slightly annoy the medical staff, however before she got the chance to do so a tall, handsome man, with curly brown hair and brown eyes walked in with long strides with the aim to go over to her. Once he reached her bed she sighed, leaning back. "Thank fuck you're here, I'm going crazy in here!" she tried to joke but in all honesty she was telling the truth. Instantly taking her hand he sighed. He wished he could help more. "Well from what I have heard you may be getting to leave this place soon... might..." That was a lie. He hadn't heard anything but he was planning on pulling rank to help her leave, even he could tell this wasn't helping her. "Charlie..." she practically whispered his name so that the others wouldn't hear it, and said it in such a way that it made his heart stop. She was so cute. "If you could get 'em to allow you to take me for a run I'd be grateful..." She asked giving him her well known puppy dog eyes. 'Oh Christ not the puppy dog eyes too...' he thought to himself before sighing. "Okay okay, I'll ask but I make no promises."
James came back a little while later with her running kit in his hands, him in shorts and to Molly's appreciation a sporty, tight, tank top. "Get changed into these Dawesy and on the double, we've got some running to do." He gave her his smile, the smile that always made her stomach do flips. Getting up from the bed she took them from him and closed the certain thing around her bed to give her privacy. It wasn't long before she reappears in her running gear a big smile on her face. 'She's gorgeous...' James though but was brought back to his senses when he felt a punch to the shoulder. It wasn't hard, more joking. "I'm gunna bet ya ass at running." she grinned. That was the cocksure attitude he had missed.
The pair of them ran around the compound a couple of times, nether of them talking at times, just enjoying eachothers company. Molly was relishing in her freedom from the med-centre. She never thought the heat of the Afghan sun would feel this good to her right now. James left her to her thoughts completely wrapped up in his own and they were all about her. Suddenly when they were on their last lap he cut through the silence by singing. "Don't go breaking my heart." When Molly heard him she began giggling. "I couldn't if I tried." she sung. Though they were both out of breath they still managed to sing. However suddenly James stopped coursing Molly to stop and frown in confusion. "Are you okay?" she asked ready to jump into 'Medic Mode' if needed but froze when she heard his answer. "Marry Me."
