Running through my mind were made up images of my friends. They were helping me figure out what to do. I had just been shot and I needed to think of the best thing to do to make sure I was safe and would survive. I listened to everything they had to say. I mean they were made up in my mind just helping me by giving hints as to what I had to do to stay alive. In the end I had figured it out. I had to fall on my back. The bullet hadn't gone all the way through me, making falling backwards my best bet to survival.
As I laid on the ground waiting for parametics to arrive she was all I could think about. She was the only thing on my mind. Irene Adler. Where was she now? I had helped save her from almost dying by decapitation, and after that I hadn't seen her. Even though I hadn't seen her for so long she was always on my mind. All day and night there was always a little hint of her racing through my head. I knew if I were to die tonight she would be the last person I would want to be thinking of. I want to imagine her gorgeous face. I wanted to see her beautiful body. I needed to hear her voice. I needed to touch and feel her. I needed to know where she was and if she was still alive. I just needed her.
The paramedics arrived and I was fading in and out. I only faintly remember things they were saying. It mostly consisted of, "C'mon stay with us." It was annoying. The same thing over and over. It bored me to sleep, which could have been a bad thing.
I don't remember entering the hospital. I must have been knocked out and asleep. Asleep on my death bed. I remember, in my mind, while I was passed out seeing Moriarty. He was saying that being dead was peaceful and nice, but I knew he didn't like it. Why would he? Why would anyone? Then again Moriarty wasn't like everyone else. He was very different, and different in a dangerous way. He deserved to be dead.
Waking up after being shot and surgery made me feel terrible. I felt out of it and not myself. When I first woke up I looked at the door. It was closed. Then I began to scan the room, I looked at every inch detecting the last time I had been checked on. It hadn't been that long ago which meant I didn't have to be careful of being caught cause I had time before anyone came in. I began turning the dosage of my IV up.
"What are you doing?" I was in shock. Whos voice was that? I reconized it. It was female, but whos? It was coming from the seating area of the room, the one spot I didn't look. "Well, are you gonna answer me? What is your clever plan?" Everytime she talked her voice sounded more and more familiar. Who was is? I didn't dare look scared as to who I might see. I needed to figure out the voice first. Then it hit me. Irene. It was Irene. She was here in the hospital room.
"Irene, what are you doing here?" My voice was shaking as I asked her. I couldn't believe she was here.
"I heard you were dying again, and I had to see you this time. I couldn't let you die again without me seeing you once more. And just with my luck, you woke up."
"Irene I-"
"You don't have to say anything. I know why you did it and why you didn't tell me. I mean you didn't even tell John. And the fact that there was no way to contact me is a reason too." She interupted. It seemed as if tears began to form in her eyes.
"That's the exact reason I didn't tell you. I couldn't. You were gone, you disappeared. I wanted to tell you so bad Irene, I just couldn't. Irene Adler I missed you." I had to tell her. It was the truth and she deserved to know.
"You have no idea how badly I wanted you to say something like that to me. Sherlock Holmes you have a heart. I missed you too." I looked at her and she looked and me. Both of us smiling at each other I was about to say something to her when all of a sudden we had been barged in on by John.
"Sherlock! What is she doing here? And how is she alive? Don't you have a girlfriend?" Every question he asked made things worse and worse. Tears formed in Irene's eyes. Tears that showed pain.
"I just wanted to come say hi an tell him I was alive that's all. Bye John, bye Sherlock. Congratulations on the girlfriend." Tears began to stream down her face, but she hid them from John. What he said was half true. I had a fake girlfriend, but I wanted a real one, I wanted Irene, but everything was ruined with her. She would disappear and I would never see her again.