Jolliarty
(John, Molly and Jim)
When Molly got back to her flat she found John in her lounge, awake and no longer drunk. He had tried to tidy up a bit which Molly thought was very sweet. She went and sat next to him on the sofa, tucking her feet underneath her. They were silent for a bit until John asked,
"Where did you go?"
"I was needed at the morgue."
"Oh, OK. Thanks for letting me use your bed. I don't know why I was acting all silly like that."
"Mmm." Molly agreed trying not to sound guilty for spiking his drink. She rested her head on his shoulder. She was tired but she wanted to talk.
"Jim didn't just blow up one old people's home."
"He didn't?"
"No?"
"Is that why you were needed at the morgue?" Molly nodded.
"John?"
"Yes Molly."
"When I saw all those dead people, I thought...well I thought I'd be used to it by now but I couldn't stand it. I did what I needed to do but I felt terrible. I started crying. I'm telling you this because I thought you might understand, you know, being an army doctor." John was silent for a couple of minutes before he replied.
"I never got used to all the people who died when I was treating them, never mind all the people who didn't get the possibility of being cured. I understand Molly."
"I let him go and kill them though."
"Molly, I don't think he would have stopped if you asked him to. No offense." Molly smiled slightly at John and nodded.
"Thanks John. I needed to know someone understood." John hugged Molly.