Chapter 733 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep29

When I finally arrived home, in an ambulance, no less, because I wasn't allowed to walk or drive in case I jarred my rebuilt skull, I found the house a hive of activity; word had gotten around, and many of my old troop mates, enlisted as well as officers, had shown up to lend a hand and keep an eye on Georgy and Aunt Kay for me; the way those bastards had brutally attacked a nearly 80 year-old woman made them sick and very angry; if they weren't dead they would have sustained serious, maybe even fatal 'accidental' injuries. It brought a lump to my throat to think so many of our men, some of whom had known mum and been guests in this house, but also some I only vaguely remembered from my time in the sandbox, had thought so much of me that they'd come from far and wide to guard my home and family in my time of need. Those who weren't on protection duty had turned their hands to helping Georgy realise her dream house, and what they couldn't do they had mates who could, and the project house was galloping towards completion. I couldn't do much, not with a fractured skull, and I sweated at home, mostly confined to bed, while the injuries to my skull healed; the first time the consultant orthopaedic surgeon pressed on the bone flap site of the craniotomy and declared he couldn't feel any grating ('crepitus' he called it) of bone against bone, which meant the bone had remodelled so the titanium screws could finally come out made me both very pleased and slightly sick at the same time, because who wants to know their head is being held together with screws? Yuck, shades of Frankenstein...