Molly Hooper walked quickly down the hall at Saint Bart's. She passed by multiple doors, but she felt like she would never find the right room. She felt like she was in an endless hallway, searching for the last room out of an infinite number of doors.
101. 102. There we go! She thought. Room 103.
Molly knocked on the door, and just seconds later, the door opened and she stared up at a familiar face.
"Thank you for coming." John Watson said, giving Molly a hug.
"Who is it?" A baritone voice said from inside the room.
"Molly Hooper," John told him. He stepped aside to let Molly in. "Please, come in."
Molly walked in slowly, John closing the door behind her. She looked at the man who lay in the hospital bed. Sherlock Holmes. He shouldn't even be alive right now. He flat lined; his heart stopped and they couldn't resuscitate him. He should be dead, yet there he was.
Molly sat in a chair next to Sherlock's bed, and watched him. He watched her too. Molly couldn't help but think about how much love and anger she had for him; a man who was so cruel, yet so kind to her. She just didn't know what to think of him anymore.
Well, of course she did.
She loved him. And he saw her as a friend, but that was okay. Molly didn't need his love to be happy. She just needed to know that he counted her as a friend. And that is why he had been asking her to visit him in hospital.
"Molly," Sherlock said. "You are probably wondering why I've asked you to come–"
"Yes," Molly interrupts. "Sorry." She says after a moment.
"It's fine," Sherlock says. "When you get back to your flat, someone will be in your there."
"What do you mean?" Molly asked.
"A woman," Sherlock said. "She'll be waiting for you. She is doing me a favour while I'm in hospital; so don't be alarmed when you see her. She just wants to ask you to join her."
"Why don't you just ask her now?" John asked from behind us.
Sherlock gave him a look.
"Sorry." John said.
Sherlock looked back at Molly. "She wanted to ask you herself."
"What kind of favour?" Molly asked.
"She's waiting." Sherlock said.
Molly didn't know what to say, so she just stood up and walked to the door. "Goodbye, Sherlock." She said as she opened the door.
"Goodbye, Molly." Sherlock said.
When Molly got back to her flat, she looked down at what she was wearing. She was still wearing her lab coat, which she forgot to leave at the hospital. She hoped she didn't still smell like the morgue
She paid the cabbie as she got out of the cab and walked up to the door of the building. She got out her keys, and opened the door. After walking up the stairs, she turned the doorknob to her flat, and it opened. Whoever this woman was, she must have left it unlocked for Molly.
Molly stepped in, and walked into her kitchen. She tossed her keys on the counter and walked back to the door, taking off her lab coat and hanging it on the coat rack. She then hung her purse on the hook next to it and turned round.
The flat was quiet, and nothing seemed out of place. Where was the woman? Molly started to walk to her bedroom, but stopped when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, and standing behind her was the woman,
And she was stark naked.