by Dalia Wright
He nodded. “You’d make a fine one, Molly.”
A flush of color crept up from the high color of her dress. “Do you think so?”
“Cool under pressure and the strength of someone at least twice your size? Yes, I think so,” he said, gently teasing. He won a smile that warmed him straight down to his bones. Not that he wasn’t warm enough. The room had grown steadily hotter over the course of the day.
Chapter Eight:
Molly called Hannah in to help her move Thaddeus and change the bed clothes. He sat in a chair while Molly whipped the wet sheets off of the bed and stretched clean, dry ones on. Then she and Hannah helped him back into the bed.
“Leaving?” he asked casually as she finished helping him get comfortable
“Yes,” Molly said, tucking a stray strand of hair back into her bun. “I...I have some other patients.” She wanted to say something about what he’d said. That he found her attractive. But she had no idea what to say. She’d never expected him to say anything like that.
And she’d just given him a sponge bath! Was she doing something wrong if she told him that she had feelings for him too? Would he think that she was unprofessional?
He only nodded. “I understand.”
“I’ll drop by before I leave,” she said impulsively.
His dark eyes lit up and a smile curved his mouth. Clean, he looked younger, more like his true age of twenty five. “I’ll look forward to it.”
As soon as they’d left the room, they had to split up to tend to their other patients. Several hours had passed before Hannah grabbed Molly’s arm and dragged her into the canteen.
“You’re smitten with him!”
Molly’s face burned. “Don’t be so foolish.”
Hannah laughed. “Foolish? The only ones who are foolish are the two of you! And for each other.”
Molly put her hands to her face to hid her smile. “It’s completely professional.
“He’s very handsome,” Hannah pointed out.
“Yes, he is,” Molly agreed without thinking about it.
“There we have it!” Her friend crowed. “I knew it! And the way he looks at you...” She trailed off and put one hand to her heart, half teasing and half serious.
Molly gave up. “Do you really think so? That he looks at me a certain way?”
“Of course,” Hannah said. “He follows your every move with those beautiful eyes. They’re like...”
“Melted chocolate,” Molly finished. “And he’s so tall!”
“Almost too tall for the beds,” Hannah agreed. She looked around and then lowered her voice. “How did the bath go?”
“Professionally,” Molly replied indignantly.
Hannah sighed. “Molly Alexander, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
“All right,” she said, relenting. “He’s very...firm. And smooth. And warm.” Suddenly her brow furrowed. “Rather too warm, now that I think of it. Did he seem...”
“His fever is skyrocketing,” Charles Silas said from her left. “I’m afraid your new love will only be half a man after surgery.”
Molly reached out for the chart and pulled it open. There it was. His fever had jumped mid afternoon and an examination of the leg had revealed that the infection wasn’t being contained. It was either cut off the leg or risk a blood infection. She put her hand to her mouth. Hannah pulled out a chair and pushed her gently into it.
“I want to be the one to tell him,” Molly said shakily.
He smirked down at her. “You? You can barely even talk about an amputation. Why should I let you frighten our patients that way? You’ll have plenty of time to comfort him when it’s over and he’s got nothing else to do.”
Molly’s face flooded with angry color and she pushed herself to her feet. “You have no right to say such things!” she hissed at him. “You’re not broken hearted over me; I’ve already seen you flirting with three other nurses on this floor! We can pretend that you left me as a sop to your wounded ego if you want, but don’t bring Thaddeus into this!”
Charles took a step back, looking shocked at the venom in her tone. Then he pasted a condescending smile on his face and held up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t realize that your feelings on the matter were so strong, my dear. Of course. Tell Mr. Bennett whatever you like.”
As he walked away, Molly put her face in her hands, starting to shake. It wasn’t the confrontation with Charles. It was fear over what Thaddeus would do after he heard the news. She had to figure out just the right thing to say. The best way to cushion what would be a horrible blow to any man, but especially one who was already wondering what to do with his life.
Chapter Nine:
Thad glanced up hopefully when the door to his room opened, but there wasn’t a pretty blonde nurse on the other side of it. There was a blonde doctor, but that wasn’t exactly Thad’s type. Besides, the man had the coldest eyes he’d ever seen.
“Hello,” the man said in tones of freezing politeness. “My name is Doctor Charles Silas.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Thad said, hoping the man was going to open a window. He was burning up.
Instead, the doctor pulled up a chair beside the bed and said, “I’m afraid I don’t have good news for you.”
“About what?”
“About your condition,” Silas said impatiently.
Thad moved to sit up and felt a bolt of pain in his leg. That was unusual. The pain medicine they gave him normally kept twinges at bay.
“I’m afraid that your leg will have to come off. Very soon.”
Thad felt sick. He struggled into a sitting position, fighting his nausea, and stared at the man. He would have sworn that the doctor looked almost pleased.
“Off?” he asked, his voice suddenly rusty in his throat. “My leg has to come off?”
“You’ve got a fever,” Silas said. “And it’s only growing higher. There are clear signs of infection in the lower part of the limb as well. The longer we wait, the higher the risk that you won’t survive at all.”
Thad pushed his hand back through his hair, trying very hard to process what the doctor was telling him.
“I’m sure you don’t want that,” Doctor Silas said, his voice barely audible through the buzz of fear in Thad’s mind. “You wouldn’t want to leave sweet little Molly mourning your loss.”
“What?” Thad asked. “Did you say Molly?”
“Of course.” The doctor’s smile went tight and flat. “Your nurse? Molly Alexander? She simply loves cases like yours. There was no chance that she was going to miss out on getting to know you.”
“Cases like mine?” Now Thad really didn’t like the look in the man’s eyes. This time he was sure he saw a spark of something like grim pleasure. “What do you mean?”
“Wounded soldiers are her...specialty. She likes to give them a lot of...” he paused as if he’d just sampled a distasteful wine. “Personal attention. Little chats. Sponge baths...you know all about it, I’m sure.”
“She’s a good nurse,” Thad said through stiff lips.
“Oh, I’m sure you think she is,” Dr. Silas said with a little chuckle. “Most of the soldiers do. They find that they don’t feel quite so much like half a man when they’re with someone as...giving...as Molly.”
It was now all Thad could do to keep his lunch down. In his fury, his anger grew to encompass everything. If Molly was such a good nurse, then why hadn’t she told him about the amputation? Or did she really just have an unnatural fascination with broken men?
“Get out,” he said tightly.
Dr. Silas didn’t protest. He’d done what he’d set out to do, after all. “Try to get some rest,” he said in mock concern. “We’ll have you on the surgery schedule just as soon as we can.”
Thad picked up the water pitcher and flung it at the door. Water splattered everywhere, but it didn’t make him feel better. His throat tightened and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t push down the panic. They wer
e going to cut his leg off. His leg.
He glanced down. What would it be like to look down at nothing? What if he died anyway? He wasn’t a fool; he knew it could happen. They could knock him out tomorrow and that would be it. Not only would he not have a leg, he wouldn’t have a life.
He pressed one hand over his mouth to keep whoever might be in the hall from overhearing the sound that escaped his throat. Half a man. And he’d dared to think that he might have a future with Molly. Now, if he did, would he be forever suspicious of her?
Chapter Ten:
Molly walked into Thaddeus’s room and nearly skidded in the puddle of water. He was facing the window and she thought that he might be asleep, but then he turned to look at her. His face was flushed with fever and his eyes were bright with it.
She stepped forward and placed her hand on his forehead. He was burning up. He turned his head, avoiding her touch.
“How do you feel?” she asked, straightening his blankets.
“Fine,” he said roughly. “Isn’t there someone else worse off than me that needs your attention?”
“What?” She had never heard his voice sound so lifeless. That was one of the things she liked best about him. If he was angry, you knew it. If he was happy, you knew that too. Now he sounded...flat.
“It’s just a leg that I’m losing,” he said. “You might get lucky and find a man on the edge of death. I hear that those are your favorites.” His head was aching again and his leg felt like it was on fire.
“Thaddeus, I don’t understand what’s wrong,” she began and then she realized what she’d said. “Who told you about your leg?”
“Are you angry that someone stole your big moment?”
She stared at him. “Who told you?” she demanded again, her voice going slightly shrill.
“I don’t remember his name,” Thad answered. “He had cold eyes.”
“Was it Charles Silas?” Molly’s hands began to shake and she thrust them into the pockets of her white apron.
“That sounds right,” Thad answered dully, looking back out of the window. “Run on. Maybe you’ll get lucky with someone else.”
Molly drew herself upright and raised her chin, determined not to cry in front of him. “That’s fine. I’ll get Nell to check and see when you’re going into surgery.”
She walked out and down the hall to look at the schedule. It would be soon, but she didn’t know the exact time. She saw his name in a timeslot 30 minutes from the current time in Charles’ broad scrawl. Fury with him...with both of them...made her start to shake again.
Molly stomped down the canteen and poured a cup of coffee. Who did Thaddeus Bennett think he was anyway? Did he really think that she’d only been interested in him because of his injury? What kind of stories had Charles told while she was trying to find a gentle way to tell Thaddeus that he was going to lose his leg? Why had he believed the stories?
She realized that they hadn’t known each other that long. They didn’t even know each other that well. Molly finished the rest of her coffee and pulled her apron off. She was off duty. Which was good, because what she was about to do just might get her fired.
She stomped back up the hall and into Thad’s room. He turned to her, but before he could speak, she held up one hand.
“Just a moment,” Molly said. “You had your say, and I know that Charles had his.”
“Charles?” Thad asked blankly. “You mean, Doctor--”
“Yes. Doctor Charles Silas. He called for me several times. I decided not to see him anymore so he decided to tell you that I’m some kind of horrible ghoul, lurking around hospital corridors hoping for a man with one foot in the grave. I know that you don’t know me that well, but if you don’t know me better than that, you’re an idiot. I stay here so much because I’m attracted to you, not because you’re about to lose a leg.”
He stared at her for a long moment and she thought that she’d probably lost him for good. She hadn’t exactly meant to call him an idiot. Suddenly he laughed. There was a slightly hysterical tone to it, but she understood that he was terrified of what was about to happen. He opened his arms and Molly went into them without hesitation.
“I’m afraid that I won’t wake up,” he said roughly, speaking into her hair.
Molly pressed her face to his over-heated chest and said, “You’re not too terribly sick. We caught the infection in time.”
“Will you really be attracted to...to half a man?”
“Half a man?” she drew back and frowned at him. “Your math is faulty, sir. In any case, I’d be attracted to you no matter how many legs you had.”
He laughed again. But before he could speak, they heard footsteps in the hall. The other staff would be taking him to surgery. Thad cupped her face. His hands were large and rough and she shivered in pleasure.
“You’re right,” he said quickly. “We don’t know each other very well. But...I’d like to. Molly...if I wake up...may I come calling on you?”
“When you wake up,” she whispered. “Of course you may.”
Just before the door to the room opened, Thaddeus pulled her close and kissed her. It was a rushed kiss, too hot and slightly painful because he didn’t know his own strength. The painkillers were making him clumsy.
“I’m in love with you anyway,” he said feverishly. “I’m in love with you.”
And then he was gone, wheeled down the hall into surgery. Molly dropped down into the chair by his bed and dropped her face into her hands. She could still feel his lips against hers. Despite what she’d said, it was a gamble. It always was.
I’m in love with him. Oh, God, let him come back.
Chapter Eleven:
Six Months Later
“Molly!” Hannah called. “Wait, wait!”
“What?” Molly asked impatiently.
“Your flowers!” Hannah thrust the small bouquet into Molly’s hands and then studied her dress. “I can’t believe you aren’t wearing white. Everyone wears white now!”
“Queen Victoria can wear what she likes to get married,” Molly retorted. “And I plan to do the same.”
Hannah smiled. “You do look lovely in green.”
Molly smoothed the dress. It was her Sunday best. “Thank you.”
She was glad that her family hadn’t pushed for a larger wedding. Thad was still a little unsteady on his prosthetic leg and he wasn’t up for a long ceremony. For two reasons, one of which he’d confided to her at the door last night when he’d kissed her good night. She felt her whole body heat up at the memory of it.
He’d come out of the surgery and recovered fairly well. He attributed it to her care, but she knew that his determination had more to do with it. The second Boer War might have claimed his lower right leg, but it hadn’t broken his spirit.
And now she was going to marry him. Her hands shook as she clutched the flowers a little too tightly. The music began and she took her father’s arm.
Thad tried not to shift uncomfortably as he waited. The doors opened and Molly walked toward him, gorgeous in her pale green dress. Her brother Paul, who was best man, put his hand under Thad’s elbow when he swayed slightly.
“Attention, soldier,” he whispered with a grin.
Thad grinned back, but only for a moment. It was too hard to take his eyes off of the woman who would be his wife in the space of half an hour. When she arrived in front of him, he took her hands, wanting to kiss her already. They’d decided to wait for their honeymoon night, mainly because of the recovery time for his leg. She hadn’t wanted to chance anything. He didn’t want to disappoint her, so he’d been happy to wait until he felt fit again.
The vows were simple and the kiss was chaste. The look in his eyes must not have been, because Molly’s cheekbones tinted pink when she met his eyes. They managed to make it through the wedding breakfast and through talking with the friends and family that had come to see them marry.
They weren’t taking a honeymoon trip. Molly couldn’t be away from work t
hat long with the war going on and Thaddeus knew that, while he might do well around the house, he wasn’t up for traveling. As soon as they could do so decently, they slipped out and walked down to the house they’d chosen.
Molly gasped in surprise when he swept her up and carried her over the threshold. “Thaddeus! Put me down!”
He did, but only after she was over the threshold. He grinned at her and traced the curve of her cheek with his thumb. “Did you think that I would drop you?”
“No,” she stammered. “It’s just...I’m too heavy.”
He grinned and kissed her. “I know I shouldn’t have,” he said. “Not since you’ve been so careful to help me with my therapy. But when will I ever have another chance to carry my new bride across the threshold into our new home?”
She threw her arms around him so suddenly that he almost stumbled. He wrapped his arms around her trim waist.
“I’m your wife,” Molly said as if she’d just realized it. “I’m Mrs. Thaddeus Bennett!”
He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her full lips. This was the first time he’d kissed her without someone in the next room and he enjoyed it to the hilt. He cupped her face in his hands when she moved to pull away and coaxed her to part her lips for him.
“You taste so good,” he told her.
Molly again tried to pull back. “Thaddeus...”
He kissed her cheek and then pressed kisses down her neck. “What?” he asked, his hands light but firm on her waist.
“We can’t,” she began. “Not yet!”
“Why not?” He kissed his way back up from the collar of the dress, nuzzling a spot just under her ear lobe.
“It’s...it’s the middle of the day!”
“Not quite.” He pulled her even closer, so that her body was pressed fully against his. “It’s not even noon.”
Molly put her hands on his chest and pushed back. “We can’t...not in the daylight!”
