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XXX LONDON

"News at the top of the hour, the MOD are still investigating the hit and run of a female soldier in East London early last week - Private Molly Dawes who is a specialised Army Medic was run down on Tuesday..."

Nan stared at the image of Molly on the TV, then she grabbed the remote and shut it off and stood up putting her hands together.

What good was it to pray at a time like this...if God was going to do something for her then surely he would have intervened by now?

She put a cigarette between her lips and lit it and exhaled. Poor Belinda...she hadn't left the hospital for more than a week.

And then there was Dave...where was he? In the pub, that was where...he said he couldn't cope with this...what about Molly? What about the rest of the kids who are at their wit's end wanting to know when or if Molly was ever going to come home.

She sat down and faced the blank TV screen with empty eyes.

Time would tell.

XXX

Belinda was like a zombie as she slumped up the corridor. She hadn't slept properly for more than a week. How could she with all this going on.

She dropped to a plastic seat near the window and leaned back. All she could do was remember...

Silent images of herself dropping the phone when she received the call that Molly had been run over in the street.

Silent images of Dave running up the street and shouting up to her where she stood on the balcony of the masonette.

Silent images of Molly being wheeled into the Casualty Department of the hospital and being shoved through the doors of the emergency room.

Silent images of Her mother coming over to her where She and Dave sat in the relatives room and she putting her hand into hers.

Silent images of them waiting in that room for 14 hours before there was even a shred of news.

Multiple fractures

A broke leg, a broken wrist, 4 broken ribs.

A massive injury to the head and a bleed on the brain

cuts, lacerations all over her body

She had been run over in the street by a speeding car, that's what eye witnesses at reported. But with these injures, it was no different from being blown up by a bomb.

She is unconscious...and we don't know if she will ever wake up...the next 12 to 24 hours are critical.

But she had beaten them bless her..she was still clinging on to life. She was in a coma and she just needed to wake up naturally.

If she woke.

People were in comas for years weren't they? Not Molly...please not my Molly.

She opened her eyes and looked up and down the corridor, she had gone to the coffee shop to pick up a magazine to read, but instead she had a bag of crisps in her grasp. She wasn't hungry, nor was Molly.

She stood and went back up the corridor to where Molly was lying in intensive care. She put her hands to the glass and watched on as the machines were keeping her daughter from dying.

And she still couldn't stop the tears fall from her eyes.

XXX TENERIFE

"You are leaving me for her..."

Rebecca watched as Charles packed up his stuff in a travel case and his army pack, he glanced at her as he zipped up the case.

"I can't stay here and pretend anymore...she is lying on a life support machine and I'm stuck here with you"

Rebecca was in her swimsuit, "so you are going to abandon Sam and I here are you whilst you travel back to the UK and be at her bedside..."

Charles looked up and protested at her tone, "She could die...and the last thing she wants is to see my face and if I can make that happen for her, I'll be damned to give it a try..."

"Oh how very heroic of you...I bet she knew what she was doing jumping in front of that car...she knew you would come running...I should have done the same thing if that's what gets your attention these days..."

He swallowed and went to her side and his tone was softer, "I'm not abandoning you...you are at my parents villa...I've left you enough expense for you and Sam to stay and finish the holiday...but I'm going out of my mind here...I need to see her, don't you understand that?"

Rebecca could feel the warm breeze in her hair from where she stood at the balcony overlooking the sea, "be with her...because lets face it...you never left her...", she said curtly.

Charles scratched his head, then put his case to the marble floor, "I'm sorry...now I'm going to find Sam..."

...

Sam ran along the sand to him, he stooped and kissed his son on the forehead, "hey scamp...", he crouched down to his height, "daddy's going to have to go away..."

"You won't get hurt again?"

He shook his head, "It's my heart that's hurting at the moment...but...when you get home I promise I'll make it up to you, do you understand me?"

The boy shook his head.

"good lad...", he stood up and ruffled Sam's hair, "see you soon...", he turned his head and saw Rebecca watching him, she folded her arms as if to say 'if you are going just go'.

He approached her and swallowed, "I'll see him when you two get back..."

As he went to walk off Rebecca through in a, "If I allow you to..."

He closed his eyes and fighting back the retaliation, he walked off up the steps back to the Villa.

XXX LONDON

Belinda held Molly's hand and smiled through her tears, "god you must be so fed up of hearing my voice Moll...I'm surprized you haven't woken up just to say shut your cakehole...I do go on dont I..."

She swallowed, "I just want you to wake up Moll...Your dad can't handle this, he's in the pub as per...and your Nan is left to deal with the kids...blimey I hate to see what wreck shes in, a"

She looked at the apparatus that was in her mouth, "You look like you are gonna be going on some expedition into space or somemink..."

She looked around trhe room, "I dont know what else to do Molls...I've called that young man of yours...Charles is it...cant get over you being all hearty over someone called Charles...he seems nice...wot I've seen of him when he came over those couple of times..."

"He's well worried about you Molls...I'm sure he'll be here soon for ya...just fought it might me now that's all...maybe he's just got held up, a..."

Molly was motionless.

Belinda shrugged, "that friend of yours...that Mary...she was asking after ya...she saw it on the news...we all'ave"

She put her hand to her mouth, she was slowly losing it again, "Please Moll...please wake up, I dont know how long I can do this..."

XXX

Dave Dawes sunk down another pint at the bar.

"You sure you had enough? How's Molly doing? Everybody's been asking...?"

"Another pint..."

"I don't think so Mr Dawes...I think you best come back with me back to the hospital, don't you?"

Dave turned and saw Charles standing there in the pub doorway, Dave frowned.

"Your wife told me where you would be...she said that you are spending all your time in here when you should be at Molly's side..."

"What's the point..."

Charles went to his side up at the bar, "what's the point? The point is she will want to see you when she wakes up"

"She might not wake up...the doctors have said"

This news hit Charles harder than he thought, "Is it that bad? I've only just got back from Tenerife..."

Dave went to grab the beer glass, Charles took it from him and pulled him off the bar stool, "I haven't got time for this Mr Dawes, I insist we go now..."

XXX

Charles looked on at Molly through the window of Intensive Care. His hands spread eagled on the glass.

Belinda turned, "fanks for fetching Dave...I kept on telling him he should be here...in case she woke up"

He nodded.

"How long has she been in a coma now...?"

"6 days"

His eyes met hers.

"But she will be okay...my girls a fighter...she wouldn't have joined the Army otherwise..."

He smiled at her then faced Molly again.

XXX

Charles held her hand and looked at her, "Now then Dawes...what can I say...look at you, lying there when there is so much to be done...this is an order Dawes...I want you to wake up and clear out that inventory cupboard, it's a complete shambles, do you hear me Dawes...?"

She was still.

"Come on, come on...you don't want the rest of the platoon to think you are lazy, do you...having to carry you all the time...a bad apple that will rot the rest of the platoon? You are better than that Dawes...so you best wake yourself up...now"

Her fingers moved in his hands.

"That's it Dawes...you've had enough sleep time now...it's time to do the task in hand please..."

Belinda watched from the doorway and put her hands to her mouth in total shock, as she realised that Molly was waking up.

Molly's eyes flickered. Charles reached out and brushed her cheeks with the back of his hand.

She opened her eyes. He looked back at her. They started at each other and he squeezed his hand on hers.

She blinked.

He smiled as they understood one another.

As the Medics flooded the room, Charles stood back with his hands to his mouth. He closed his eyes squeezing out the threatening tears of relief.

Belinda was at his side looking up to him, "she was waiting for ya...that's all...she was waiting for you to come to her...", she said.

Charles nodded his head and turned back to the medics, Molly was moving her head slightly. He cleared his throat and turned, "best let them see to her...we can come back when they let us..."

With parting look back to Molly, he led Belinda out of the room.

XXX

3 DAYS LATER...

"...and they said that this group have been targeting soldiers and that...right saddos..."

Charles cleared his throat as he stroked her ear, "did they say anything else...?"

She looked at him, "you know don't you?...with the extent of injuries I have...they discharged me from the army..."

Charles sat on the seat holding Molly's hand listening intently from where she laid on the bed, " they say I won't be up to fitness no more...they'd be right I'd expect..."

"You just need to get better...stronger"

"But wot will I do now? Wot is there left for me to do..."

Charles hinted a smile for her and raised his eyebrow, "you could be a housewife..."

It was still very painful to laugh, but Molly put up with it as she giggled, "wot and be like my mother leaving clumps of disgusting Marmite all over the windowsill..."

"No...but you could be my housewife..."

She met his gaze as she realised what the meaning behind that was. She smiled, and he leaned in to kiss her, but they were interrupted by Belinda and Dave coming into the ward.

"Hiya...only us...how are you feeling today then...?"

Molly rolled her head, "a lot better fanks...well...till I see your ugly mugs"

"Charming"

Whilst Belinda fussed over her daughter, Dave took Charles to one side, "I just wanted to thank you...for making me see sense and getting me out of that pub and that...I was...well...I feel like a prize pranny for staying away"

Charles shrugged, "It was hard for you, I understand that...but just for the record...I do have your blessing, I mean last time you were abit unsure whether you wanted to see your daughter marry someone who is abit of a toff..."

Dave nodded, "well that was then...yeah...", he glanced back at Molly chatting with her mother, "...yeah, you do"

CHRISTMAS

The door bell chimed on Christmas night. The fairy lights tarted up the hall a treat as Charles strode up the hallway and pulled open the door. Molly was sitting there in her wheelchair wrapped up in a blanket and a woolly hat.

"Missed me...?"

Charles looked down at her with his glass of sherry in his grasp and wearing a stupid Christmas jumper with a reindeer on the front of it.

He smiled at her, that silly grin.

"The rest of the tribe are in the car if that's all right..."

Charles widened the door and nodded his head to say come in, she wheeled herself in over the step, his eyes never leaving her...well...not till the foghorn that was Nan shouted out, "Gor blimey init posh round here!"

Belinda and Dave got out of the cab and Dave paid the driver. Charles stood aside as they all strode inside.

For a moment he looked outside the door as the cab slowly pulled away and it started to Snow...then he shut the door for the warmth inside...

THE END.

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STORY NOTES: Molly is not paralysed, it is just a bit early for her to be walking about. Timeline wise, it maybe a little too soon for the extend of Molly's injuries, but it's probably about 6 weeks from her accident to the very last scene...but hey, this is fiction and it wouldn't be the same if it was February or something!

FROM ME: Thank you so much for reading my. For ALL of you that have faved me and put me on their alert list is great...72 the last time I looked...it's frightening!

And for those of you who are members and guests as well who have left reviews and comments...yes there was a few that didn't like the story or it might just be me...but for all of you who I've put through the mill with this story thank you for seeing it through 'till the end.

I always write love will always win out when sometimes it can be so bleak and looks like it will go the other way...that's just me!

AGAIN thank you and happy reading because there are some really good story's on here that I will be reading too...so much to catch up on!

Loving you all...M