My Dearest Love,
Seeing your mother was absolutely a treat, second to being with you in York.
You have gotten shot! What happened to that quick Silurian movement? What did Mother Vastra say, "she knew your objective" and that is why her buttocks never landed on the floor. Just assume all criminal want to do you harm. Please be in once piece when I return home.
So I have been thinking about our future family. I would like to somehow ensure our daughters have a bosom friend through their youth. What if Mother Jenny had another child? Delicately discuss the matter.
Fiona and Louisa advised that I hold off childbirth until one year after medical school. Honestly, medical school is child's play compared this horrific war. I want to come home and after a bit of time ... we should stop your injections. Let nature take its course.
What do you think? Would Mother Jenny be open to having a larger family?
You and your Mother Vastra are trying to make a bullet proof vest.
So far, I have performed more than my share of amputations. My log files will show I have successfully completed Auriculectomy, Keratectomy, Laryngectomy, Mandibulectomy, Maxillectomy, Myectomy, Necrosectomy, Nephrectomy, Neurectomy, Orchiectomy and even one or two Penectomy surgeries. Louisa said I have done more in four months than I would have done in furing my four years in medical school. So please have Miss Shaw type up my log files and submit them to London Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine for Women and Miss Mary Postlethwait. One less finger of Elise's grip around my future.
One of the surgeries I took a small square of the soilder's epidermis from a section of his upper thigh and used it to replace a section of skin around his nose. The patient is healing nicely. The small square is noticeable, but preferable to a hole that will be infected.
How about converting your bracelet into a device worn under your scales? When I count your scales on your back and trace the patterns I can't help feel as if there is an option utilizing your own natural body. If you can take bacteria out with an injection can't the same technology somehow be embedded? Does the device have to be so large? Does it have to be worn on a wrist? What about a faux panel or a faux scale? When I return I will investigate your skin in detail. I shall do a very in-depth visual record of your entire body with kisses.
The latest image of you, it embarrasses me to write, brings butterflies to my stomach. The picture is perfect, thank goodness for moonlight. When I look at the picture I can actually smell our scent, it is forever on my brain. Do you store our scent on your tongue or as a memory?
Serbia is a long way off, too far. I am not pleased, but I will surpass their expectations. I shall do my best.
It is soon a new year, 1915! Our lives have been through so much ... I sometimes wish we would have met after I finished medical school. That way I would be less desperate to go home rather than a medical martyr. There are women, of all ages volunteering to work at war hospitals. Many are for the opportunity to work, being active ... none, that I can tell is held hostage. Each time a new set of volunteers come to my attention I hold my breath and look at their wrist. I beg the gods of war that my Alaya is home safe in London.
Once a woman walked past me who had a thick bracelet peeking our of her sleeve, my heart pounded. I purposely went up to her, offered my hand and introduced myself. Her hand was warm. My heart calmed.
You have been given a letter I wrote for you to read in a dire situation. You fainted? I am so sorry my dear, it was necessary to write those horrible words. It pained me to write of a world so disgusting. To use my wonderful words to describe how my wife and family will be nothing more than pawns towards victory in war made my stomach sick. You must be diligent. You are my life, my dreams and my future.
I am grateful for the supplies and the backpack. You know that this will end our irregular correspondences. Serbia is a way off and over 2060 kilometres.
Be safe, be good and be a dear stop getting shot.
Your Love Fiona.
PS What do you think of the name April Jennifer for our first born?