Those were the only thought going through Molly’s mind just then as she made her way slowly across the cemetery. It was the anniversary of her father’s death once more and she had come to where he was buried. She was not entirely sure if her habit was good or not as she always felt worse after visiting, but she was sure that she’d feel even worse if she did not go at all.
She did not carry flowers with her as she went, yet instead she carried a book in her hands. It was corny she knew, but every time she came here she always brought along a book to read to him. That was how they had spent most of their last days together and it seemed right to carry on the tradition even now.
She arrived at the headstone a few minutes later, looking down at her father’s name engraved into it. It was nothing fancy as they’d not been able to afford any better, but it did what it was supposed to do. She moved to sit down on the grass, leaning slightly against the headstone as she made to open her book and began to read to him not seeing the person watching her across the way.
Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
Going up the steps of the stairwell her flat was in, Molly let out a sigh of relief as she saw her front door up ahead. It was good to be home after a weekend of having to deal with her mum pestering her about moving on from Tom. She loved her mum, she really did, but she sometimes didn’t know when to stop.
Molly reached her door, but quickly frowned when she realised the door was open slightly. She had been sure to lock up properly when she had left Friday morning, double checking both of the locks before she had left. Moving a hand up to the wooden panelling of the door, she pushed it open slightly to open up the door and peer inside.
Going up the steps of the stairwell her flat was in, Molly let out a sigh of relief as she saw her front door up ahead. It was good to be home after a weekend of having to deal with her mum pestering her about moving on from Tom. She loved her mum, she really did, but she sometimes didn’t know when to stop.
Molly reached her door, but quickly frowned when she realised the door was open slightly. She had been sure to lock up properly when she had left Friday morning, double checking both of the locks before she had left. Moving a hand up to the wooden panelling of the door, she pushed it open slightly to open up the door and peer inside.
Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single 
