Amy fitted in to the hospital incredibly well; the night of her arrival Miles had seen her in the operating tent working alongside her brother. The tension was gone as they worked in professional silence, he barely had to ask for something and it was there. However as the weeks went by Miles noticed more about her. She had a very good bed side manner, laughing and joking with the patients, helping them with even the smallest of tasks. Matron seemed impressed as well and soon she gained a lot of respect around the hospital. She became known as more than just Tom's sister.

Miles had seen no improvement in their relationship though. If ever they came face to face out of surgery he would turn abruptly and walk away. Miles and Kitty had both tried talking to him but he shrugged it off or walked away.

It was 3 weeks after her arrival that Miles came into direct contact with her again.

It was at night and Miles was lying on his bed. His braces where slung of his shoulders and he was engrossed in his latest magazine when he heard his tent hangings being torn roughly apart, knowing that Tom was working a night he shot up to see who his visitor was. Much to his surprise it was Kitty though she was out of uniform only wearing a nightdress and her long hair pulled roughly away from her face.

"Miss Trevelyan, I would be careful coming into peoples tents dressed like that, people will talk." He laughed lightly but stopped on seeing her face in the dim light of her lantern.

"Kitty what is it?"

"Where's Tom?" she said her voice shaking slightly.

"He's on a night shift," he said sitting up, "What's wrong?"

"It's Amy, I'm not sure what's wrong but she's not alright." Miles jumped off his bed and started to put his boots on.

"In what way?"

"She was screaming, well calling out, in her sleep. Her tent is next to mine and I'm a light sleeper."

"I'll have a look." Miles said standing up.

The made there way out into the cool summer night. Her tent was on the other side of the sleeping quarters. The nurse's tents were set slightly apart from the others. As they got close to the newly erected tent they could see it was shaking slightly and then they could hear heavy gasps. Miles pushed aside her tent entrance and entered.

Amy was lying in her bed amidst a tangle of sheets. Her body was shaking and her hands clawing at her arms. Her breathing was like that of someone having a panic attack. Miles ran to her side.

"Amy," he shook her lightly on the shoulders, "Amelia!" as he did this he noticed the unmistakable burn scars on her forearms.

"Kitty, get Tom, she's still asleep."

"What…"

"Go Kitty!" he nearly shouted. He'd seen things like this with patients who had come out of the trenches following a traumatic ordeal. Panic attacks were common around the wards as were night terrors. But there was something scarier about seeing it in a nurse. He found it hard to keep his eyes off the burn marks on her arms as he continued to try to wake her. Eventually her eyes shot open and she sat up abruptly; forcing him off her.

"Joey!" she said putting her arms up as if to defend herself against him.

"It's me, it's Captain Hesketh-thorne, Miles." He said calmly noticing her breathing was still uneven and heavy.

"Tom's friend?" he nodded,

"He's on his way, now breath, slow and deep, ok, you need to calm down." He held her shoulders and breathed with her.

"Does this happen often?" he said when she seemed to have calmed down; she nodded slightly and rolled the sleeves of her nightdress down uncomfortably. They sat in silence for a few minutes. She sat up on her bed and him kneeling beside it. He had lowered his hands so they sat on her forearms lightly and she clung to his sleeves. Her eyes were closed and she was focusing fully on breathing. Miles took his eyes of her gently shaking frame to take in the state of her tent. It was bare; he could only see a small mirror and hair brush surrounded by a litter of pins on an upturned crate. Beside her bed was another crate, this one was turned on its side so the top faced him. Inside was a spare blanket and her coat; both neatly folded. On top stood a lantern, which Kitty had lit before she left. Next to it stood the only picture in the tent; looking at it more closely he could see it was a family portrait. Miles had been in many family portraits and found them dreadfully dull occasions, but this one was different. For one it was poor quality but Miles was aware Tom's family were not as privileged as his was. In fact from what he heard he was actually quite poor. He was in the picture, younger but still recognisable next to another boy of a similar age. He could only assume this was his twin, Joey, who Amy had called the name of as she woke. He would never forget that look of fear in her eyes. She stood next to Tom, she couldn't have been much older than 16 as Tom looked about 18. Another boy was in the picture, younger than the rest, stood beside the woman in the centre who he assumed was their mother. They all looked sad, and not the sad that people are supposed to look for photograph, this sadness touched their eyes practically the mothers.

"It's a newspaper clipping." Amy said quietly, noticing his interest, "taken nearly 10 years ago."

"Oh, why were you in the paper?"

"That was taken a week after my father died, you'll notice he's missing. I don't have a picture of him."

"I'm sorry,"

"Its fine, you can go now, I'll be fine, I just get like that sometimes, sorry to have bothered you."

"I'm not moving till Tom gets here, you gave Kitty such a fright, you gave me a fright, and I'm used to soldiers doing that. Tom will be worried." Amy stared at him for a moment.

"Two weeks after that photograph was taken Tom left for medical school, he wasn't going to go but Mama said he had earned his scholarship and deserved it. So he left, and I didn't see him again for ten years. He had me worried."

"All that time and he didn't come home?"

"Not once."

"Amy!" Tom's voice called as he came through into the tent.

"I'm fine." Amy said quickly as Miles moved to stand next to Kitty who had also entered. The tent was now uncomfortably full. As he past Tom he whispered,

"She has burn scars on her arms." This caused Tom to fall to his knees taking up the position Miles had been in. He rolled up her sleeves and she turned her head away. Tom turned back to Miles,

"Can you cover my shift?"

"Sure." Miles nodded at Kitty and they both left, leaving Amy and Tom alone.