Fight

R&R

^Delilah's PoV^

{The Next Day}

I was going home, with a broken shoulder and some small internal bleeds, which they'd found during the night. Nothing major but taking it easy was the best way forward.

I hugged each member of 2 Section going down the line, they'd all arrived at the hospital that morning as it had been deemed unsafe for me to go back to the FoB right now, Maisie was in a bit of a mood because she was going to be the only Doris in the compound for two weeks. All the lads were laughing at her and I wished Kingy good luck.

I held Frankie a little bit tighter, my arm was in a special support sling which meant there was minimal movement of my arm anyway, he kissed me passionately and I said goodbye with promises to FaceTime him every night.

I got to Charlie and he embraced me softly.

"You ring me if you need me okay. Stay safe and don't be an idiot. Let Grace and Max and Georgie help you. I love you Lil." He kissed my forehead and then me and Georgie were helped into a truck that would take us to an airstrip from the hospital.

I wanted nothing more to sleep on the ride to the airstrip but I didn't trust myself not to have a nightmare, I hadn't slept well last night, I'd had nurses and Doctors back and forth in my room all night and the fear of someone coming in that I didn't know kept me awake. When Georgie had arrived that morning she'd commented on my tired eyes and I'd just shrugged, I had a feeling I'd be spending the next 6 weeks with very tired eyes.

It was around an hours ride to the plane and me and Georgie sat in silence. It was a comfortable silence however and it wasn't forced. I sort of felt alien, going home when we'd only been there for 3 days, I definitely felt guilty. Like I was letting everyone down. So many thoughts were swimming round my head and I just couldn't help feeling responsible, if I hadn't been Elvis's sister then maybe they wouldn't have come after us. Maybe I could still be in the barracks, heading out for another day helping others, but instead I was heading back to England with 3 days in Afghan to show for it along with a broken shoulder.

"Hey Lil, are you okay?" Georgie reached over to grab my hand and I turned to look at her, and I forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine just tired." I answered with a short statement and Georgie took it, but she still didn't let go of my hand.

Not in the car, and not on the plane ride for the whole twelve hours as we headed home.

{Back in the UK}

The air was colder, I noticed that straight away as we stepped off of the cargo plane. Even still clad in my uniform I was freezing. Georgie had both of our bags and I felt guilty, telling her I could handle my kit perfectly fine but she was having none of it.

"Right, my dads going to meet us here, any minute now." Georgie and I were stood outside Brize Norton and I could feel the dull ache in my arm returning. All I wanted was to be able to sleep without being plagued with horrible nightmares.

"There he is!" Georgie's face lifted and I smiled softly, she looked so happy to see her dad. The car came to a stop and Max got out the drivers side, I don't think I've ever seen him quite so happy, except when Georgie and Elvis had announced their engagement.

"Oh Georgie, sweetheart." Max held his daughter close.

I stood and decided I'd better make myself useful, so I bent down and shouldered my kit and carried it to the boot but I was stopped halfway through, the bag was lifted from my arm and I was pulled into a gentle hug. I wrapped my good arm around Max and let myself melt into the embrace. I guess Max and Grace were the closest thing I had to parents right now, and it felt good to be wanted.