Mycroft made his way into the hospital in search of his wife. She had had some sort of accident and injured herself. He found her in an emergency room, sitting with a cast on her leg.
"What on earth did you do?" He asked.
Molly sheepishly smiled. "I tripped and fell in the morgue and broke my leg."
Mycroft shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Love me in sickness and in health. This counts as a sickness." Molly said.
"I think your clumsiness is a sickness. But, alas, I will love you nonetheless." Mycroft kissed her.
"Take me home?"
"Come on." Mycroft helped her stand up with her crutches.
"I've never broken anything before. This is kinda fun. See my pink cast."
"What did you trip on that made you fall?" Mycroft asked.
"I tripped over a stool. I miscalculated where it was." Molly said, biting her lip in shame.
Mycroft kissed her forehead.
"My clumsy, silly, Molly. Do try to be more careful in the future."
"I will. So, Mr. Holmes, your wife is temporarily an invalid. Poor you."
"I will make sure you are well cared for, my dear."
He helped Molly hobble into the house and to the couch.
"Can I get you anything, darling?"
"Nah. I think I'll just turn on the telly and watch all the Doctor Who I recorded." Molly said.
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Oh joy."
"You know you like it. You just won't admit it. You always smile when Rose is on screen."
"She reminds me of you. That's all."
"Whatever you say."
Molly decided later that she would go take a shower. The problem was she couldn't make it up the stairs by herself. Mycroft found her trying in vain to climb the stairs with her crutches. He smiled in amusement at her attempts.
"Just what do you think you are doing, madam?"
Molly turned around, albeit clumsily, with a look of a child with their hand in a cookie jar. "I wanted to take a shower, but I can't get upstairs. Help me?"
Mycroft shook his head with a smile. "The things I do for you." He picked Molly up and she squealed. He carried her upstairs.
Molly went a few weeks just fine with Mycroft's help. She decided to try to cook dinner to surprise him. It didn't go to plan. The vegetables were not cut evenly because she couldn't stay balanced and dice at the same time. Mycroft came home and found Molly eating soup in a chair in the sitting room.
"I have some for you too." Molly held out a bowl.
Mycroft looked at the uneven vegetables and chicken.
"You cooked didn't you."
"I was bored. It isn't a culinary masterpiece, but it works." Molly replied.
She finally was able to have the cast removed. She followed Mycroft out of the hospital with the crutches.
"Molly, you don't need those anymore."
"But they are so fun to use." Molly pouted.
"Give them here. No one is going to need these again." Mycroft took them and slipped down the stairs.
"Mycroft, honey, are you okay?" Molly asked in concern.
"I think I broke my ankle." Mycroft said.
"In that case-" She handed him the crutches. "-you're going to need these."