When war erupted across Europe in 1939, sixteen year old Katherine Montague had known what she wanted to do - what she had to do. Now, five years later and a trained nurse in the British army, she finds herself thrust into the thick of that same war...
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I'M BACK!! For those of you who don't know, I've been on vacation in the UK for the last week and a half, so if you've been wondering why I've been MIA - that's why :D ...I started this chapter before I left, and I'm so glad to be back home so I can finish it (finally)! Let me know what ya'll think! <3
Katherine sat at her desk, the scratch of pen on paper piercing the silence blanketing her room as she wrote. She and Captain Hughes had gotten back a little after one o'clock, the nine patients they'd picked up in tow.
The rest of their journey to and from the Forty-fourth had been uneventful. Once they'd arrived, Captain Hughes had gone in search of someone to report the casualties they'd had to leave behind. She'd been busy helping transfer the patients they would be bringing back with them, but he'd told her he'd turned in Private Dawson's dog tag to one of the officers, along with detailed instructions for how to find him. Whether or not the Americans would actually go back for him, she didn't know. Captain Hughes had tried to reassure her that they would, but she wouldn't've been surprised if they didn't.
Once she'd gotten the patients settled in the Evacuation Ward, she'd taken Annie up on her offer, and had retired to her room for the rest of the afternoon. She'd ventured downstairs briefly for dinner, managing to eat and make it back upstairs before anyone had stopped to talk to her.
She hadn't felt like talking - hadn't felt like doing much of anything really. She hadn't even been hungry, but had known she needed to eat - especially since she'd missed breakfast and lunch. She'd sat down at her desk once she'd returned to her room, and had found herself writing a letter to her father shortly after.
A knock sounded at her door, pulling her from the thoughts she'd been putting down onto the paper in front of her. The chair scraped against the hardwood as she stood to her feet and strode to the door, her eyes meeting a pair of blue ones as she opened it.
"Captain Hughes?" She peered up at him.
"Hello," He gave her a crooked smile.
"Do you need something?" She asked, arching a brow expectantly when silence fell between them.
"No," He shook his head. She watched as he slipped his arm from where he'd been concealing it behind his back, a tin mug coming into view. "But I thought you might."
"Is that..." She peered into the cup he held between his hands. "Hot chocolate?" Her brows rose as she met his gaze. He nodded, extending it out to her. "How did you manage that?" She let out an incredulous laugh as she took it. She brought it up to her nose, steam from the mug wafting up and hitting her cheeks as she breathed in the sweet smell.
"Well it's not the real thing," He admitted, his eyes lingering on her as she closed her eyes and inhaled again.
"What is it then?" She asked, her eyes meeting his as she opened them.
