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As soon as they touched down at Camp Bastion, the 6 medics jumped off of the MERT and slid the stretcher out of the helicopter. "She's losing a lot of blood and is drifting in and out of consciousness. Get her into emergency as quick as possible and perform an emergency surgery. She needs some more blood supply and after the operation, put her onto a life support machine in a private ward. Someone make sure the Captain gets inside and reassurance Go, go, go!" All 6 combat medics that were on the helicopter carried the stretcher into the emergency department.

Another medic came out from Bastion hospital and helped the Bossman into the waiting area. "She's going to be okay, you know. We have excellent medics here and they've been professionally trained Captain. She's lost a lot of blood but they'll re supply her with some. She'll then be transported to a private ward with a life support machine and once she is off of that, she'll be at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham, making a good recovery. Any questions?"

"She's going to die, isn't she? Will I be able to travel back to England with her, she'll need to be comforted by someone she knows well? Will I be able to stay in her room while she's on the life support machine?" Charles' voice was becoming more shaky by the second.

"It's hard to say whether she'll live or not. There is a high risk of her not surviving this operation. But you'll need to contact her family soon and tell them everything I've told you as she was in your command. If she wants you to go with her, you can, back to Birmingham. And no you won't be allowed to stay overnight but you'll be allowed to do frequent visits and so will your section when they return, only 2 people at a time though Captain."

"How long will she be in theatre for?"

"It's hard to say because of her condition. But no more than 6 hours for sure. And Captain, I suggest you ring her family and get back to your section as they would've returned by now."

"Err..yes. Thank you for the information. Can you tell me when she gets out of theatre?"

"Of course Captain." The medic raised from his seat and shook the Bossman's hand, "Good luck."

The medic walked off to go visit another patient. Bossman walked out of the hospital and to the telephone area, after getting Molly's details and rang her family.

They seemed to be as distraught as the Captain was. 15 minutes later he was returning back to his room when he came across 2 section. "Boss! Is everything okay?" There was silence from the boss and he looked down at his feet, "Boss?"

"There is a high risk of her not making it through the operation. And it's all because of Smurf! You distracted her from the task and put all of us off! Then when she was dying, you jump and hide when she needed help most. She risked her life to save yours. The least you could do is help save hers!" The Captain was raising his voice even louder and he wiped a tear from his eye and walked back to his tent.

He settled down behind his desk and made himself a cup of Rosabaya, but that just brought back memories of him and his Dawesy. He put his head in his arms and tears started running down his face, 'I've known you for not even 6 months, I've grown fond of you and I won't even get to bring you to Bath for Christmas. I know you're a little fighter Dawesy, just come back to me.'

4 hours later, he was getting into bed, still in his army clothing, in case the medic, Peters, came back to him. He was drifting off to sleep when there was a knock on the door, "Who is it?"

"Corporal Peters, Captain."

"Come in!" He was preparing for the worse, Peters entered his tent, "how is she then?"

"She's doing well actually, better than we thought."

"Well she's a fighter. Can I see her yet?"

"Yes. Certainly Captain. She isn't on a life support machine as we are confident that she can breathe on her own. She hasn't came round from the operation yet and we are not sure when she will. I'll take you to her."

"Okay. Thank you so much!" A smirk grew on his face as he left his room.

Smurf was the only person awake at this moment as it was about 2am. He was wondering around the camp and bumped into the Bossman and Peters. "Boss!" He jogged up to meet them.

"Smurf go back to bed." James wasn't a fan of Smurf still.

"I'm sorry Boss. How is she? Is she alive?"

Peters began to reply but James' hand was held up, "don't give him any information. He doesn't deserve to know anything at this point. He'll find out when I report to the rest of the section."

"Yes Captain!" Peters reply was quick and sharp.

Smurf walked back to his tent, teary eyed. He didn't enter the tent quietly so woke 2 section up," For fucks sake Smurf. What are you doing up at this time?"

"I just seen the Boss walking to the hospital with a medic, Peters his name was. I asked him how Molly was and he wouldn't give me any details. I thinks she's err.. well you know..dead." He bursted into tears.

Some of the section had tears in their eyes and some went to comfort Smurf, "You can't be sure of that Smurf. You didn't hear the full story, she's a fighter." Kinders decided to take control of the situation.

"But there's just some things you can't fight."

"Let's wait until the morning guys." Kinders was becoming dominant, "everyone back to bed!"

"Thank you for everything you and your team have done to her Peters."

"No problem sir."

James walked into Molly's room, took a chair from the wall and pulled it up to the side of her bed and held her hand. While he was there he declared his feelings for her, unfortunately she couldn't hear him. He knew that when she woke up, he'd have to repeat the whole thing again.