Molly had forgotten how hot it was in Afghanistan. The medic tent was stifling and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't settle down for the night. She had been tossing and turning for hours. She wasn't used to sleeping alone now. Charles was her pillow. He always moaned but she secretly knew he loved it that she wrapped herself all over him at night. If he turned in the night, she followed.
It was a big day tomorrow and she needed to get some sleep. The new Captain of 2 section was flying in tomorrow and she knew all too well about making the 'wrong' first impression. If Charles was prepared to give up his commission for her she felt she had to be the best she could be. No shirking, no goofing off. She wanted to show she was an experienced medic and not be in the limelight for the wrong reasons.
2 section was the same. Mad, loopy, but loyal to a fault. They still treat her like one of the lads and they took away some of the loneliness and the gaping hole that was there with no Boss Man and no Smurf. Her last posting had been with another section and within 10 minutes of rejoining 2 section they were driving her up the wall with their goofiness but it was like they had always been together. It was like being on tour with irritating, annoying younger brothers, but she knew they loved her and would have her back no matter what. A new guy had replaced Smurf. He was OK. He was still finding his feet and knew he replaced someone who died so he was a bit quiet. Kinders was trying to settle him in quickly so he didn't stand out when the new Captain arrived.
Morning eventually came and Molly felt like a wet rag. She was sure her eyes were on stalks and looked like hell. She knew it would settle but she just missed Charles. She met up with the rest of the section to have breakfast whilst they waited for instructions from Kinders on what their plans for the day were. Whilst eating breakfast they heard the approach of the helicopter which announced the arrival of their new Captain.
