"I love her."
Mary smiled, gentler this time, the teasing gone from her eyes as she regarded the drugged consulting detective.
"I know you do," taking a seat beside him, she ruffled his curls. He batted at her hand, miserable.
"Don't. Only Molly can do that."
"You let me sometimes."
"I love her," he blinked, tearful.
"That's wonderful," Mary laughed, beaming at him. Oh how far her good friend had come from the distant, doesn't-do-relationships Sherlock Holmes John had met all those years ago. Now a godfather not once, but twice, Sherlock had more than proved he had a heart, not simply by protecting her and John, nor when he'd promised each of their children on the day they were born to always be there for them (and thus-far kept that promise, be it needing a nappy change or emergency baby-sitter).
"She's going to be so mad…I promised her not to take anything. I didn't take anything they made me! I promised Molly I'd be clean," tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. "She's going to be so mad at me."
"Sherlock," Mary squeezed his arm gently and he whined, high-pitched and weak, more like a squeak than a whine, really. "Sherlock they have to put you under when they take your wisdom teeth out. It's just anesthesia."
"Pfft. I could've stood it."
"Okay," she tousled his curls once more, humoring him.
"I love Molly," he sobbed again. "Where is she?"
"She's on her way, remember she had a conference in Oxford, you told her to go. She's all finished and should be here any minute."
"You came with me?" he asked, eyes wide
Mary laughed. "Yes of course I did! John's watching the babies, and we didn't want you here all by yourself, to wake up alone."
"You're a good friend Mary Watson," he patted her face, which ended up being his fingers dragging around her chin. She caught his hand in hers. "What's that blinking light?" he asked, eyes focusing briefly.
"I promised Greg I'd get a couple videos of you waking up."
He narrowed his gaze at her before relaxing with a sigh. "Tell Greg he's a good friend too. But don't tell 'im I know his name."
"Okay," Mary chuckled.
"Promise?" he stuck out his pinky, and she linked hers with his.
"Promise."