The War Rages On: An Our Girl Fan-Fiction

Pulling Rank

I paced around the room until they finally came back. He had a million different wires and tubes coming out of him. I could barely look. The doctor came in and walked up to me.

"Are you Lieutenant James?"

"Yes." I replied and he nodded.

"The Captain has suffered from extensive internal haemorrhaging, because the bullet moved. We stopped the bleed and removed the bullet so it can cause no further harm."

"But he's alive?" Molly exhaled quickly.

"Who are you?" The doctor asked.

"Private Dawes, sir." Molly responded.

"Can I ask you leave please?"

"No sir. I say she stays." I put my arm on Molly's shoulder. "She's family."

"Of course, Ma'am." He looked a little annoyed as Molly smiled at me pulling rank but nodded at her.

"For now anyway."

"What the fuck does for now mean?" I raised my voice.

"The odds are not in his favour. I would seriously prepare for the worst. Ring his parents and such."

"No!" Molly gasped and stumbled backwards.

"Fuck you!" I spat at the doctor. "Incompetent prick!"

I didn't mean it but I couldn't help myself. He should have removed the bullet in the first place! He should have done his job better. I pushed him out of the way.

"Philippa!" The doctor called.