Sherlock smiled as he walked into Molly's flat. He and John had stopped by on their way home from the police station. He got to the door and froze. Something was off. John stopped behind him and drew his weapon. Sherlock motioned for him to put it away and walked calmly in the door. He noticed Molly shakily standing by the counter and moved to stand behind her. On the counter was a note from Moriarty. He pulled Molly away and noticed the blood seeping into her shirt. Sherlock carefully lowered her to the ground and shouted for John.
"It's ok Molly" Sherlock said softly
"Cut phone line" Molly stammered "Took battery on other phone"
"Hush sweet heart. John is calling an ambulance."
"Jim showed up. Forced his way in. Heard you call"
"Molly love. Please save your energy"
"Been bleeding for awhile. Not going to last"
Sherlock watched as her eyes closed and he tried to wake her. He tried until the paramedics pulled him away. He watched as the ambulance sped away and felt John touch his shoulder gently.
"I left her alone" Sherlock said softly
"You couldn't have known" John replied
"I dated her. Publicly. I knew Moriarty was watching. I knew he was alive. God why did I ever leave here alone"
"Come on. Let's wash the blood off your hands. Then go to the hospital. She's going to want you there when she wakes up."
Sherlock nodded and quickly washed his hands. Two hours later Sherlock sighed as he watched Molly sleep. He gently picked up her hand and kissed the back of it before looking back at the wall. He was just drifting off when he felt a soft squeeze and looked over at Molly. He smiled and kissed her forehead before paging the doctor. After the doctor had come and gone Sherlock smiled at her softly.
"You don't have to sit with me" Molly said softly
"I want to. I need to" Sherlock replied "I almost lost you"
"Was he right?"
"Was who right?"
"Jim. After he stabbed me he said that you wouldn't want me anymore. That I was damaged goods. Who would want a plain woman with ugly scar?"
"You are a fool if you believe any of that Molly Hooper. You are beautiful. Molly I wouldn't lie to you. I can't bear lying to you. You're alive, and here and I couldn't ask for anyone better"
"Sherlock…"
"I used to be a drug addict Molly. I never really had friends and until I met you I didn't know what love was. I'm just as damaged if not more and you are fixing me"
"Please don't leave me"
"Not unless I have too"
Molly smiled as Sherlock kissed her softly and they fell into easy conversation. Sherlock smiled as he watched Molly drift off the sleep and sat with her for a few moments before finding John in the waiting room. He looked at his friend and sighed before looking at the floor.
"How is she?" John asked
"I'm going to wring his neck" Sherlock replied
"Moriarty?"
"He told her that she wouldn't be anything to me now."
"Did you tell her different?"
"Of course. Listen I need you to handle things for a bit. I need to stay with Molly for a few days or however long she needs me"
"Sure. Whatever you need"
Sherlock shook his friends hand before walking back to Molly. He found a comfortable position to sit in before gently holding Molly's hand and closing his eyes.