What about us?

6

The hours turned into days. Days of him slipping in and out of the real world and the infection induced hazy hell he'd created for himself. His hallucinations brought him Elvis. "You're a sight for sore eyes" Charles quipped "Wish I could say the same for you Chaz. Not that bastard leg again, dick!" they shared a laugh and spoke the words Charles had yearned to say to him if only he'd known he'd never come down off of that roof "Look after my girl for me, I know she's in safe hands with you" he cried when Elvis left.

Molly mopped away his sweat and tears, he could feel her. He knew she was there but he was weaker now. Unable to pull himself out of it as he fought for his life.

"I bought you some breakfast. Doesn't look like you've left here in days?" Molly took the food Georgie offered gratefully. "Thank you. No I haven't left him, I can't go while he's like this, while things are so uncertain" she closed her eyes tightly trying to fight off tears "You need to rest. You've got the baby to think about"

Georgie checked his obs chart, concerned by his colour. There had been a moment in the jungle when he pleaded with her to leave him behind that she'd considered giving into her feelings for him. If he was going to die, she wanted him to know how she felt. It had taken for him to be so gravely injured for her to realise that she couldn't live without him too. When he'd revealed just how badly he'd treated Molly, she was ashamed to admit she felt some hope and still had right up until she found out about the baby. She was no home wrecker, she would not pursue her married friend but she was now aware of the fact that perhaps there had been feelings there for some time.

"I think you should go back to the hotel, get your head down for a bit Mol. You're growing a human inside you, it's tough work"

Molly looked back and forth between Charles and Georgie "Will you stay with him while I'm gone? I don't want him to be alone"

"Of course. Now sod off and get some sleep, you look a mess" Molly hugged her so tightly that it hurt
"Look after him" Georgie gave her a salute.

Georgie slipped her hand into Charles' and gently mopped his forehead "You do get yourself into some scrapes" she whispered "Elvis would be absolutely fuming with you right now. School boy error he'd say, standing on a bloody animal trap you idiot"

He managed a small smile "I'd be lost without you Charlie. It's time to pull through this. You've got us all worried sick"

Beck eyed her suspiciously "Lane, why aren't you at the Barracks?" He made his annoyance clear "Sergeant King allowed me some compassionate sir. To check in on the boss and Molly. I've sent her for a rest, said I'd hold the fought here"

He raised an eyebrow "okay Lane, well thank you for that. If it's all the same, I'd like some time with my old friend here. I can take over until Molly returns"

"Yes Sir"

She felt despondent, like her only opportunity to reach him had been snatched. They needed to clear up the mess they were in so she could go back to the way things were before they got complicated.

-OG-

"Look at you, getting all fancy and sitting up"
That smile! The smile she'd fallen in love with all those years ago lit up the room. She'd taken Georgie's advice and headed back to the hotel. She was tired, not taking any proper rest since she'd arrived.

"I missed you" he said as he held out his hand for hers "Missed you too. You look a little better" He entwined his fingers with hers "I don't feel it.But now you're here" she smiled back at him, glad to see him improving. "You've really given me a fright this time do you know that?"

The familiar look of sadness or maybe even regret filled his eyes "I'm sorry. For this, for everything. I don't know if I've dreamt it or not?"

She sat down on the bed, her fingers carefully tracing the scars on his repeatedly injured leg "No Charles, you didn't dream it. Wishful thinking eh?"