Georgie ripped the blue plastic gloves from her hands, glad for the relief from them. Her hands were so sweaty. She, unconsciously, wiped her hands on her worn pants. The sweat wasn't the worst thing that was on her pants.

"You ok Georgie?" Nafula called across the room, looking up from the current patient she was dealing with.

"Yeah...yeah." she replied wiping her forehead and walking over to offer any assistance she could. Truth be told, Nafula could handle just about any case that managed to get themselves into the clinic by herself, and better than Georgie. But Nafula was always short on helpers and Georgie's help was most welcome.

"So what have we got 'ere?" Georgie asked snapping some fresh gloves on her hands that she had dragged from her pocket, as she stood next to the gurney.

"The same as usual." Nafula sighed looking at Georgie. Georgie looked down at the young girl, who was roughly the same age as the young boy she had first treated when she came to Kenya on the mission that had turned her world upside down. The girl was gaunt, her skin dull, her hair lank, her eyes lifeless.

"I thought there was supposed to be enough supplies here in the camp for people to eat and drink." she said as she felt gently along the child's jawline.

Nafula shook her head and explained "This is the next wave of refugees. They arrived overnight having walked many, many miles to escape the fighting. There are thousands more coming, they are saying. We are going to be very, very busy in the next few days, it means we are going to have to get organised quickly. And you know Georgie, that there is never enough of the things we need for everyone who needs them."

Georgie nodded, knowing the truth of what Nafula was saying but knowing it didn't make it any easier in reality. Georgie focused on the child in front of her "Right you! We're gonna get you fixed up quick smart. Ok?" She flashed one of her million dollar smiles at the child as reassurance and hoping to get some sort of reaction. But there was nothing.

The child's mother, however, who had been standing quietly in the corner all this time, keeping out of the way, bowed her head to Georgie, perhaps not understanding the words but certainly the smile and gentleness of the hands that were caring for her daughter.

Georgie left Nafula to start the child on IV fluids and whatever else they could find to help that may help.

Georgie headed to the office, thinking to start an inventory of their supplies so they could put together an "order" for the medical items they would need to help with the huge influx of refugees they were expecting.

She knew there would be a variety of problems- dehydration, malnutrition, possibly broken bones, sunburn, twisted ankles, blisters rubbed to bleeding, cuts and bruising to the feet, never mind the communicable diseases.

Georgie grabbed a clipboard from the impossibly messy desk and searched for a working pen amongst the papers. Eventually, she found a pen, and joy of joys, it actually worked. She made her way over to the fridge intending to start there.

She was distracted by the photos the boys from 2 Section had been sending her from Syria. She had, without fail, managed to get them to stick to the fridge. She smiled at the memory of the boys especially at her 'farewell' from the army and the rehearsal dinner for the second wedding that never took place.

Thank heavens Mansfield had survived being shot, Georgie still had a thorn in her side about not being able to carry out her duty and help him. Mansfield told her that it was him that had failed because he hadn't been able to stop her from being kidnapped.

And Fingers, well he had become a bit of a fixture at her Mum and Dad's, now that he and Marie were dating. Luckily Charles and Molly had warned the others off Lulu at the dinner. Georgie hoped that Marie wasn't proving to be a distraction to Fingers now he was trying to get through the training for Special Ops.

She looked at the Section photo, taken before they left- a new medic in her place but otherwise remarkably unchanged from the last tour. Thank God! Georgie pulled the fridge door open to start the inventory of the vaccines, antibiotics and other medications they stored in there, her mind concentrating instantly on the task at hand.

She had just started on the bandages and other consumables when her phone chirped with a message.

"Hey you!"


"How you doing?xx"

Georgie stopped for a moment, her fingers poised over the letters, how to respond to that question. Did she send her standard response or actually tell the truth?

"Good. U?"

"All's well in the world."

She smiled again. Elvis had been saying that to her for a long time now. Georgie wasn't sure if it was his default answer like 'good' was hers.

"U out of hospital?"

"Finally! Coffee? Usual place?xx"

This was the text she had been dreading. She hadn't actually told him she wasn't leaving the army any more or that she was taking some leave to try and sort her head out. She had thought that in coming back to Kenya and helping Nafula at the place where the whole nightmare had begun she might find some peace.

Georgie had spent time with him in those first couple of days when he was in hospital and having surgery but she'd excused herself when his family arrived saying she was busy with paperwork and sorting out the wedding stuff.

She bit her lip and crossed her arms in front of her, wondering how she should answer him.


"Can't. Busy."


"I'm out of hospital. I want 2 c u. We need 2 talk. Properly"

"Not now, I'm busy. Later, ok?"

She turned her phone off and dropped it in her pocket. Shaking her head, she picked up the clipboard and started for the desk with all the good intentions of starting the request form for the additional supplies they would need.

But in the end all she did was sit in the chair, staring at the paperwork and wondering what the hell was going to happen when she finally did speak to Elvis.