He said he needed me. Sherlock Holmes said he needed me. Had he ever needed another human being since he was old enough to take care of himself? How could he possibly need me?
It was astounding and amazing. I wasn't even sure if I hadn't just dreamed this up. I had wanted to hear those words for so long. I had dreamt of him needing me for so long. And now he had said them, but I had absolutely no idea what to do other than to look at him, slack-jawed, and let my brain practically shut down.
"Molly Hooper." He said, drawing my attention.
I looked at him with bit of incredulity and wonder. What could I possibly be able to do for him?
"Molly, I need you to help me. Immediately."
I resolved right then to give him every single thing I could give.