PETER QUICKLY RUSHED UP THE STAIRS. His pleading eyes bore into Louise's, gesturing for her to go back downstairs, so she did. She rushed downstairs with Peter following.

"What's happened?" She frantically spoke, her soft hands cradling George's head as she carefully inspected his wound to see it was still bleeding out. When Peter didn't respond, she turned to him. "What's happened, Peter?" Peter only nodded down to his friend with tearful eyes. Louise furrowed her brow. She saw that the boy was in no different state than what she left him in. "George, can you hear me, love?"

"Yes," he rasped out.

"What's happened, George?"

George took a wobbly breath then gulped, his adam's apple bobbing with his actions. "I can't see."

Louise's eyes teared up as she nodded gravely. "Ok, George. You'll be ok, alright? I'm here and so is Peter. We're gonna look after you. You ok with that, love?" George went to nod, but Louise stopped quickly, placing her hand gently on his head. "George, I don't want you moving your head. You need to keep your wound still or you'll stretch it and cause it to bleed more. So if someone comes to talk to you, try your best to answer verbally instead of nodding or shaking your head. Yeah? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Ok, Louise," George rasped out, a small exhale of breath escaping his parted lips.

"Good lad," Louise smiled. "Right, ok. Peter, you go up and tell your father the current situation while I try and make George a bit more comfortable, yeah?"

Peter nodded and left the room. As Louise moved around the room, she narrated everything she did so George knew where she was and what she was doing so he didn't lose touch with reality. She moved towards the corner of the room, the eyes flicking back towards George ever few seconds to make sure he wasn't in pain. She picked up a blanket and threw the quilt over his body after informing him. Both heard the familiar roar of a few spitfires flying over the boat.

"Spitfires?" George asked groggily.

Louise smiled gently, as she tilted his head gently to the side so she could inspect his gash, before turning him back to a comfortable position. "That's right, George. You focus on those heroes. They're gonna save our country. Just like you are,"

"Louise, I'm not saving the country," Geroge muttered.

Louise tutted. "That's not true, George. From what you told me a while ago, you're the biggest hero this war has ever seen. A teenager who risked it all to pitch it when he wasn't asked to. That's the bravest thing a man could ever do."

George grinned. "You think?"

"I know," Louise chuckled. "Now, have some water. It'll help," she guided a glass of crisp cold water towards his lips. "You think you could get some rest for me, George? If you want, I'll wake you up every other hour so you have someone to talk to, yeah?"

"Yeah," George sighed, letting his head softly rest against the life jackets and letting his eyes close. "Thanks, Louise."

"No problem, George," she whispered, running her hand softly through his hair, lulling him peacefully to sleep. She then moved around the room, cleaning up the mess that George, Peter and herself made in the last hour. Peter had offered to wash Louise's blue nursing uniform in the sink then left it out to dry. It had been a few hours since then so she figured she should change back into her own clothes because she knew once this was over, that she would forget to pick them up.

She briskly walked up the steps and saw her blue dress hung over the edge of a chair. Louise picked up her dress and ran back downstairs. She slipped off the orange jumper and hastily threw on her blue dress over her head and buttoned it up over her chest. She kept her white tights on under the trousers, so at least she wasn't cold.

She smoothed out the skirt of the dress, sighing at the deep creases that embedded their way into the usually crisp material. "Oh, fuck!" She cursed, as she spotted the red marks that she smeared down her dress. She looked back at her hands, cursing at herself for forgetting to wash her hands of George's blood. Louise moved over to the small sink in the corner of the room. She twisted the handle, warm water gushing out of the faucet. With a lack of soap present, she desperately rubbed her hands together to rid of the crimson stains whilst also trying to avoid her bandages. They were stained with the young boy's blood too. She'll have to ask Peter to change them for her again.

"Peter!" She called out to the young blond boy.

"Yes?" He called back from the top deck.

"Come down here for a moment, please?" She proposed, her voice not shouting as George was still in a deep sleep. Peter rushed down the stairs, another man that Louise did not recognise following him. "Oh, hello?" The man was about her age, with a long nose and bright blue eyes and a wet, shaggy mop of cropped blond hair, his tall frame was clad in a soaking dark blue RAF uniform. He was physically attractive and Louise could easily admit that.

"Oh, right," Peter realised that Louise mustn't have heard the commotion above her as she focused on George instead. "This is a pilot."

Louise laughed softly. "Well, I can see that, Peter," she rolled her eyes playfully. "Louise Davies. Nice to meet you," she held out her still red-tainted hand out to the blond pilot. The pilot took it and shook it gently.

"Jack Collins. At your service, lassie," he spoke as Louise had to control her legs from not turning to jelly as a low Scottish accent emitted from his mouth.

Peter cleared his throat softly. "You called, Louise?"

"Right," her Gordie accent thick as she coughed softly. "I'll need some assistance with my bandages again. If you don't mind,"

Peter looked over to his sleeping friend. "What about George?"

Louise sympathised with the boy. He was young and George was his best friend. If anything happened to her best friends, she would be a mess. "He'll be ok for now. I told him to get some rest until it's time to change his bandages. But for now, I'm the only who need help-"

The pilot interrupted her. "It's alright, love. I'll help ye with your dressings, alright? Then we can let this lad look after his mate for a bit."

Louise's heart hammered in her chest at the thought but she didn't know why. "Alright," Louise moved to sit down on a chair, Jack following her with the first aid kit that Peter passed him. "You know what you're doing, right?" Louise smiled, teasingly.

Jack chuckled as he knelt in front of her. "Ye might hav' to guide me, lass," Jack pulled off her bloody bandages and furrowed his brow at the burns that littered her arms. "What happened to you, love?"

Louise's eyes flickered to Peter who shook his head. "Oh, I just had a little disagreement with my tea is all," Louise shrugged it off then proceeded to tell Jack how to treat her burns.

Jack chuckled. "Ye gotta be more careful, love."

Louise rolled her eyes with a smile. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Louise laughed it off. She hissed through her teeth as Jack pressed a cold wet cloth to her burns.

"Sorry," he drawled out, his tongue sticking out between his lips as he concentrated on wrapping Louise's arm tightly. "There you go, lassie."

"Thank you, Jack," Louise sighed. "You did better than Peter did," She whispered so the blond boy couldn't hear her. Jack smirked. Then Louise finally realised that the pilot in front of her was still soaking wet. "Oh god! You must be freezing. Let me get you a blanket,"

Jack chuckled as he watched the brunette hurried to grab a blanket and throw it around his shoulders. "Once a nurse, always a nurse, aye?"

Lousie shook her head, securing the blanket around him before moving over to Peter who stood over George, Jack following after her. "What do you think, sir?" Peter asked Jack, worry evident in his voice.

Jack was stunned. He was no medic. "I'm sorry, son. I really don't know," Jack helplessly shrugged. "You're right not moving 'im," He muttered, sniffing as he wiped his nose with the edge of his blanket. "You've done the best for 'im ye can," Jack patted Peter's shoulder. "Plus, ye got the support of a lovely nurse with ya," Jack gestured to Lousie.

Peter nodded then pushed past the pilot and the nurse, moving upstairs to be with his father.

"Thanks, pilot,"

The pilot nodded with a smile. "No problem, nurse."