There is commotion in the street outside St. Bart's Hospital. A man just jumped off the roof and committed suicide, they say. Look, there's where he lay. No, he's gone now; his body was taken on a stretcher. The police are arriving now and the random bystanders are either leaving or arriving in curiosity. The one constant is John Watson, who doesn't leave once he arrives. He simply stays there, in shock; not yet registering completely what just happened.
Inside the hospital, Molly Hooper is standing beside a table which holds the bloody body of Sherlock Holmes. The room is empty now and there is no sound from the hallways immediately surrounding them. If you looked closely, you could see the supposedly dead body breathing shallowly.
"Everyone's gone now." Molly says to the body, "Nobody will see you." Sherlock's eyes blink once, then twice. He takes a deep breath and pushes himself up off the table, swinging his legs over the side. He stands and surveys Molly.
"Here." Molly says quietly, offering him a towel. Sherlock takes the offered item and wipes his face once, clearing away the blood. She looks at him expectantly and Sherlock blinks, handing her back the towel.
"Thank you, Molly Hooper." He says in his deep baritone. She smiles timidly.
"John can't know about this." Sherlock murmurs, "He won't know."
"No. He won't." Molly says. Sherlock nods stoically, realizing what he's just done.
"Good." He sighs, "Molly, I-" He stops, unable to express what he wants to say, "I thank you. For everything."
"It's fine." Molly replies, "You better go get washed up, then?" She hands him a clean stack of clothing, not stained with blood. Sherlock examines the clothes for a second, frowning. He won't be able to wear his signature trench coat and scarf for a while- too noticeable. He sets aside the clothes on the table behind him and steps forward. Words seem to flow naturally from his mouth this time;
"You won't be seeing me for a long time, but I wouldn't have been able to do this without you. You have my gratitude." Sherlock says, "But for now, this is goodbye." The word tastes familiar on his lips, having spoken it to John through his phone moments ago. The consulting detective reaches out his hand to shake Molly's. Molly gives him a regretful look and grasps his hand. She never expected Sherlock to do this, but he pulls her into a hug.
"Goodbye, Sherlock." She whispers as he holds her. She thinks she might feel a shred of emotion in his goodbye hug, but it is gone the second he releases her. His face is an emotionless mask once more.
"Goodbye, Molly Hooper." He picks up the clothes and walks from the room, throwing not a glance back to Molly.
Okay, so not my usual piece of writing. I'm not British and don't claim to be in any way shape or form, so if there are any mistakes, please feel free point them out to me so I can correct them :P
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