Hello readers, this is the awaited second part of the Nurse and her Captain. Enjoy!

Bonding Over Soup

Gradually days turned into weeks. Molly had spent two whole weeks looking after Charles. She had found out quite a bit about his life. He was from Bath, the son of a banker Richard James and daughter of Lord Isleworth, Lady Deborah James nee Isleworth. He had a sister Mabel who was a London socialite. Before the war he had worked with his father at the bank, he enjoyed polo, tennis and rowing.

"So Nurse what has chef prepared for today, I'm starving!" Asked Charles suddenly as Molly was tucking his sheet in.

"Would you like me to bring you something?" Molly chuckled.

"Anything that isn't Maconchie's meat stew. That stuff tastes like dishwater." He replied chuckling. Helene had also spent the duration caring for Dylan who had had to have operations on his chest to help him breathe. She was sat next to Dylan's bed reading whilst he slept.

Molly asked Helene to keep an eye on Charles as she went to the kitchen. Chef had made a batch of carrot and pea soup which was to be given to the soldiers, she poured a ladle full of soup into a mug and grabbed a spoon.

"I've got you some nice steaming soup, courtesy of the chef" Molly said as she got back to Charles.

"Nurse, oh bugger...this is hard to say...can you feed it to me?" He said, Molly could sense his embarrassment.

"Charles, I know you can't see. You ask me everytime you are fed. I have had to help men go to the toilet, I do not mind feeding you. Let's sit you up" She replied. She helped Charles to sit up and kept his back supported with his pillow.

"Open up" she said as she scooped the smooth soup on to the spoon. She put the spoon in his mouth and let him slurp it off.

"Oh that is nice. Warm carrot soup." He commented, sighing contentedly. Molly continued feeding Charles.

"Thank you Nurse. Can I know your real name?" Charles asked.

"Molly Dawes, Charles. I'm from Newham" She replied.

"Molly, my angel. Could you read the letter my parents sent me it's in my belongings I think?" He asked.

Molly found the letter he referred to in a small box next to his bed. It contained a picture of him and his parents, a leather book, a broken pair of glasses and a small stack of letters, about 10 of them all neatly gathered and tied with string. Molly picked up the front one. It was a crumpled brown envelope addressed 'Mister Charles James', unopened.

Molly opened it, slipping the piece of paper out of the envelope.

"Please read it to me" Charles asked, pleading in his voice. Molly cleared her voice and began to read the letter to Charles.

Dear Charles,

How is Ypres? Those Germans defeated yet? Bath is fine, your father and I are fine. This morning we took a ride with your grandfather through the fields. We came across a group of soldiers with their lady friends. It reminded me of you Charles. You understand your father and I miss you so much, we miss your hearty laugh and when you beat us at cards.

In other news your sister has found herself a man a Mr Pierce Slathingby, he's a quiet fellow with little to be desired but his family are owners of Slathingby Orchirds in Yorkshire. Mabel is smitten with him and were happy that she is happy. Pierce is on leave for a month which will probably mean that they will get married as soon as possible. To think you may have come across him in the trenches.

Keep safe my darling,

love Mother and Father.

She looked over to find that Charles was crying. Tears were streaming out of his red closed eyes, down his face and off his chin. She couldn't bear to see this man reduced to tears. He was even sobbing quietly.

"Charles, it's ok. Calm down. Shhh." She said as she had gotten onto the bed and was rocking him back and forth. It was something she did to her sisters when they were crying. Although they were a lot smaller.

"I'm never going to see my sister married off, I'm going to die by a shot to the head from a bloody hun anyway." Charles commented quite coldly.

"When you are able to see and walk Charles, you will be sent home you will never see the inside of a trench from where I'm concerned" Molly replied softly.

"I'd rather have died on the battlefield than in a bed, crying like a complete cockwomble!" Charles announced. Molly couldn't contain her laughter.

"…cockwomble?" She chuckled.

"It's what my old Captain would call us when we weren't doing very well. Get your skinny arse over here you flipping cockwomble!" Charles said.

"Well your Captain has a great sense of humour" Molly replied.

"What about Dylan? What will happen to him? I promised his mother that I would protect him, his brother was killed right at the start of this wretched war." Charles said dramatically,throwing his arms in the air.

"Dylan might have breathing difficulties for years, neither you or him will be made to go in those trenches again. You'll have a blighty ticket by the end of the week," She replied again, just as softly. Charles' facial expression softened at this

"Will you be in Blighty with me, angel?" Charles asked.

"Charles, I have to stay here and look after the rest of the Tommy's. You can write to me if you'd like, nothing you wouldn't want your mother to read through, post is checked by matron" Molly chuckled.

The door opened slowly, a dark skinned officer entered. Molly jumped to her feet and put her hand on her forehead and saluted the officer.

"Officer Kindery, sir" Molly said.

"The Captain is required in theatre, Dawes. Can you get him prepped?" asked Officer Kindery.

"Yes, sir" Molly replied. Officer Kindery left as swiftly as he had entered. Molly changed Charles into his operation robes.

"Nurse will you be here when I get back?" Charles asked leaning against the pillow in white robes.

"I will be waiting for you, Charles" Molly said, she picked up his blue pajamas and went to put them on the side. She was stopped as Charles reached out his hand to grasp hers.

"If I go on that table I want something to remember my favourite nurse by" Charles said insistently.

"What could you possibly want from me Charles?" asked Molly.

"A kiss my angel" Charles responded. Molly chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.

"I cant remember that, please nurse." Charles plead. Molly obliged and kissed him on the lips lightly.

"Well I cant go dying now" Charles chuckled.

"Ready for theatre, Captain James?" asked Kindery as he re-entered the tent. He grasped the bed and wheeled it out.

"Wait for me, Molly" Charles cried out as he was wheeled out. Molly blushed and touched her lips like she had just been kissed for the first time. This bloody Captain made her stomach develop butterflies which wasnt good, but boy did his lips feel amazing.

Molls and Captain kissed! What will happen to Charles in theatre? Will he survive? R&R and F&F to find out!

Rosie xxx