What Happens Next

Sometimes the bodies' sub-conscious state is a better place for the mind to live, more room for one to think. Lemon in his sub-conscious state thought about many things, his injury, his life, those few friends he made over his many years, but one thought took over his mind and immobilized all the others; what happened to Second Lieutenant Lundie. Had his life been spared or had he suffered the same fate the other patients in the hospital did. When Lemon woke up he was in the New End Hospital, it was quiet, the sheets and walls were so white they were the purest thing Lemon had seen. As Lemon slowly began to sit up in his bed another Doctor walked in, checked Lemons notes and walked over to him. He then laid a rough dry hand on his head; his temperature was fine, he then picked up his wrist and checked his pulse; that was also fine. The Doctor then pulled the sheet down slightly, revealing the bandage covering Lemons wound; 'Well Doctor all seems fine you are allowed to go, oh and there's someone waiting to see you', this news shocked Lemon who would visit him. Lemon then pulled a shirt over his bare chest, picking up his bag Lemon walked out of the hospital.

As Lemon walked out of the hospital into the bustling street, he seen a recognisable figure leant against the wall just in front of him, the man when realising Lemons arrival walked towards him, 'Long time no see good friend, what hasn't it been a little over four months', Lemon immediately recognised the man from his husky, deep voice, it was Sargent Kennedy. 'I got a call from a, Lundie, I believe it was, he thanks you for saving his life' said Kennedy 'Oh and he told me where you were' he proudly stated. Although Lemon was slightly dazed he still managed to force a small smile and thank Kennedy for his kindness, 'I'm guessing you will want somewhere to stay, till you find a flat for yourself' questioned Kennedy, 'Yes, I am planning to stay with my father', no sooner had Lemon finished his reply before Kennedy was quick to respond 'Now, you may have hit your head, but I know you would not accept his request before doing your fair bit of research', 'Come stay in my spare room, it would be a lot more fun than staying with your father'. Lemon stared at the sky for a moment, then once he was satisfied he had thought through all of his options he happily answered 'Well, you are right I could never live with my father, so I guess I eagerly accept the offer'. Both men smiled to one another, shook hands and walked the short walk down the street to Kennedy's apartment.

Lemon liked Kennedys flat; it may have been small and dimly lit but with its two perfectly made bedrooms, each with a bed and desk it felt like he was back at Cambridge. Everyday Lemon would walk down the various streets around Kennedys flat; he would peer into shop windows and the doors of other flats to see if there were any notices that may interest him. As much as Lemon enjoyed staying with Kennedy he felt he was always in the way of himself and the many ladies he had visiting for the odd spot of tea. Lemon often enjoyed walking down Kings Street this was one of the main streets in London and was often seen to be the social hub for the upper classes. The many cafes and markets provided a brilliant place to shop; recently a new clothes shop had also just opened, causing the street to be constantly lively with women who have a healthy sum of money waiting to be spent. But none of these reasons was why Lemon liked this place so much; his reason was because one sunny day, lemon was sat in The National Café, when a young lady passed by. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever met; she was wearing a salmon pink dress with white boots, hat and gloves. She was perfectly made up, with only a little make up to highlight her delicate face and stunning green eyes, her hair was left to hang over her shoulders and it reached her chest; partially curled partially straight she could only be an angel. Lemon followed her part way down the street, watching her as she walked. He already knew that he couldn't live without her but before he had a chance to call for her an old man shouted 'Miss Taylor … Maria Madam, come your father will shortly be expecting you', she then answered in a voice that was so soft and angelic it could easily make a child fall asleep 'Of course, I can't keep him waiting'. The man and Miss Maria Taylor then walked off leaving Lemon who felt like he did the day he got shot.

Lemon told Kennedy of the girl, he was sympathetic about the situation and simply responded with 'Lemon, if she is to be your lady, you will meet again, if you don't there is another who will make your heart skip more beats than Maria'. Lemon thought of what was said and although he hate to admit he knew Kennedy was right. There was only one problem that could possibly affect his chances to be Maria, he was just a Doctor; he may be wealthy but nonetheless he was still just a working middle class man, and she was an upper class lady, probably a baroness, who would not dream of marrying anyone other than a Baron or Duke.

It had been two weeks since Lemon had been discharged from hospital; and his bullet wound had nearly completely healed. This was good news for Lemon as he was shot in his right shoulder, which just happens to be his shooting hand, restricting the Doctor from his many hobbies. The doctor while recovering would spend his days shooting in the shooting shed of Cambridge University; this was only because he was granted special permission as he had only returned from fighting in the war. However when Lemon was not exercising his ability to shoot a target from a substantial difference, he would occasionally visit his father. His father was never told of his heroics in the battle field, mainly because he did not agree with the war or what it stood for; Lemon did not purposely mean to hide so much of his life from his father but as always he never asked Lemon about it and Lemon was never a one to openly talk. These visits to his father were short lived, they may have been father and son but they never talked, this led to Lemon being uncomfortable around his father. His father however never realised this for he never realised anything he did.

'Lemon', Kennedy said one day 'I have found a flat for you'. This news then caused Lemon to look up from his book and turn his attention to Kennedy, who was cleaning a rifle he owned. 'That's great, where about' Lemon answered while returning to his book. 'It's on Baker Street', 'Really' Lemon asked curiously 'Was only last week when I went by that street and there was no flats', 'Ahh, the last tenant moved out two days ago'. When Lemon had finally persuaded Kennedy to give him the address he grabbed his suit jacket, top hat and cane and walked meaningfully out of the door. As Lemon walked down Baker Street, his eyes were fixed on the little stone signs outside each house with the number on. As Lemon walked down the street he knew he was getting closer; there it was 221b Baker Street. The house on the outside looked clean and well kept; it had five stone steps leading to a dark, wooden door. Lemon cautiously walked up the steps admiring the flowers that were planted in the garden; he then raised his hand, paused for a second then firmly knocked on the door. It took a few moments before a tall, skinny man opened it. The man stood straight and proud, he was turned slightly to the side to accentuate his height and lack of weight. 'Hello' said the man in a wacky voice that must have been put on. 'Errrm, hello, I'm here about a flat to rent' replied Lemon awkwardly, 'Ahh yes you be a Lemon' this caused the man laugh slightly, showing how childish he is, 'Never mind of course come in', he then stood aside and gestured his hand to a sitting room, Lemon took a step forward before he was hit by the man's hand. 'Oh, please where are my manners; the name is Leaves, nice to meet you'.