Molly
I'm probably the worlds most useless human right now. I feel like I should be doing something to help in the middle of all this chaos but they are better equipped to save him than I am. I did all I could and the thought that it might not be enough scares the shit out of me.
They've resuscitated him more times than I care to think about but something is keeping him going. He's fighting for something. Selfishly, I hope that it's me.
The leg is no doubt lost. But we can live with that, I need him to know that, so as they work on lower half of him trying to make sense of the barbed spears and what the fuck to do with them, I find my wobbling legs carrying me towards the head of the gurney.
"Don't worry about that thing mate, who needs two legs anyway?" I laugh at my own joke and feel like he'd appreciate it too if he were conscious. He felt after the first leg injury that eventually it would end his career. I guess this makes him right. Then came the second but I wasn't really around for that one. Now this, there's no coming back from it.
They cut away everything from the offending limb and I honestly feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm glad he isn't awake to see it.
All I can do is hold him now. I cling onto him however I can until someone calmly but firmly moves me away.
"Emergency surgery" is about all I can make out with the language barrier and before I get the chance to say goodbye they've wheeled him away. He's gone. And I'm alone with my nut. For the first time ever I really understand just how badly your own brain can torment you and I truly forgive him.
Spanner's hand on my shoulder startles me, I'm sitting on the cold floor, it's sobering and refreshing after the sticky heat of the jungle. The poor sod attempts to provide some comfort, but he's here to deliver a low blow "Boss says I've got to bring you back to the FOB"
"But I wanna be with him, he needs me"
He gives me a look that suggests there's little point in arguing.
I not scared of what Bones is going to say or do, to be honest I couldn't care less. The only thing that matters to me is him making it through this alive. Blood loss... infection... we'll see just how strong he is now.
-OG-
Spanner and Peanut watch on awkwardly as Bones verbally laid into her. Neither comfortable with seeing her cry. Molly and Charles had been important to Elvis and Elvis was still important to them.
"With all due respect boss, I think that's enough" Spanner added "I don't remember asking you Spanner and please do remember who is in charge here.. she almost fucking died out there"
Spanner sighed "I know she fucked up, but it was extenuating circumstances from the beginning. Sometimes heart over takes head" he fought her corner.
"Dismissed Dawes. This won't be the last you hear of this. You're done in the army"
She fled in tears, counting down the minutes until she could return to his bedside.
"You know what the difference between you and Elvis is boss?" Bones rolled his eyes "I can think of a few but I'm sure you're about to tell me"
"He was Harte by name Sir. And heart by nature. You should try it sometime"
Spanner left Bones with that thought, his eyes falling on the court martial papers in front of him. A set each for Molly and Georgie and if he had his way a set for fucking Captain James too for all the trouble he'd caused.
