~ Visiting Hours ~
Visitors drifted through, ghostlike, but one time he came around to find a downcast Molly, his avenging angel quite diminished.
"Molly Molly Molly…", he sighed.
She started with a small gasp. "Sherlock?" And then she was beside him, eyes swimming.
An elementary deduction. "Hmm. Of course I got shot just to make you feel guilty."
Her brows twitched together and she dashed a tear away.
"Oh! You are the very devil!" Some relief and laughter there, now.
A smile touched his lips. Morpheus beckoned, insistent, but he managed to murmur, "No. Side of the angels. Have it on good authority."
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