Bleed
Sherlock Holmes has never been good in comforting, well, anyone. It's not his forte, it's never been, and it doesn't really matter who the person is or why comfort is needed, usually Sherlock just stands at the corner and waits for the problem to subside.
Or something like that.
However, he can't exactly do that today, Not when his wife (of two weeks) is bleeding to death in their bedroom.
"Molly…"
"Sherlock, please, not now."
"I was merely wondering if—"
"I said not now, Sherlock. Not now."
"But…"
"Look. I don't know how you've managed to spend your entire life not knowing at least one woman who's going through her period, but trust me, I do not need to go to the hospital. What I need is for you to shut up and let me sleep."
Of course Sherlock Holmes knows all about menstruation. But it just doesn't make sense to him that a woman can bleed for more than three days straight and still come out of the ordeal alive.
Note: Short little tidbit for you, dear readers. The author apologizes for the late publication, and she still encourages everyone to participate in the let's-fill-up-the-Sherlock-Molly-fanfiction-archiv e challenge!