A prompt for Morbid. Hope u like it.
-IceQueen
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More than ever Molly wish she should of called home sick. Her head was pounding in pain. In the silence of her office she heard the door the Morgue doors open. Listening she heard voices that of her friends. All of the sudden the door to her office opened to reveal John Watson and Sherlock Holmes at the door.
Out of the three in the room now it was John who called out Molly's condition. "Jeez, are you all right?"
Sherlock rolling his eyes answered. "John. Of course she's not alright obviously a serious headache and apparent light headed as well."
"Sher-"
"No! John he's right, it's alright." Molly said she soon whimpered in pain, talking really wasn't much help right now, though Molly planned on being strong to try to do her job or at least try to hold a conversation.
Walking over to Molly, Sherlock bent down to rub the temples of her head. Groaning in pain further both of the boys weren't really happy to see Molly do so.
"Try to find her some medicine whatever you think might work is fine you are a doctor. Also Molly I want you to untie your hair it'll relieve the possible tension around your scalp other places of your head."
Both complying with his demands. John left and Molly let down her hair. It was nice to see it down after seeing it up for so long, Sherlock smiled at Molly he definitely liked it this way it was nice.
"You should of called off when you had the chance."
"Believe me Sherlock I would of if I had the chance." trying to hold an other whimper of pain she explained. "Apparently all of the fill-ins for my job are either sick, on vacation, or 'off-duty' whatever that means."
Taking a moment Sherlock looked though his mind for anybody else for a possible fill-in.
"How about Stamford he has to be here."
"Not even him, Sherlock. Didn't you hear he went to a funeral...it was for one of his cousins."
Growling in frustration Sherlock didn't know what else to offer, they would only have to wait for John to return with the medicine then. Looking over at Molly she had her knees up to her cheats and her forehead rested upon them, trying to get blood flow to regulate. It's not working though the headache is too strong. An idea then popped in his head nudging Molly slightly, she looked up at him tears in her eyes from the pain.
"Would you mind if I help you?"
Smiling gratefully at Sherlock she replied. "Of course."
Reaching up placing his hands on Molly's head he slowly moved his fingers firmly on her head. Molly's eyes furrowed in pain, slowly as the more Sherlock massaged her head the pain ebbed away. It was a while before John returned with Tylenol and water in hand, finding them in the place they were he really didn't want to disturb them at all for their moment together.
"Umm, I found some medicine. Tylenol if it helps."
Molly and Sherlock both looked up, Molly smiled gratefully again Sherlock too. John handed the pills to Sherlock and the water to Molly, as they both expected Molly's hand was shaking slightly. Once Molly had swallowed the medicine she finally leaned back into a more relaxing position. They all seemed to stay still till Molly's body relaxed further.
"I'll be outside if any of any of you need anything." John said.
With John gone once again Sherlock quickly grasped Molly's hand. Jolting slightly from the contact she looked at him.
"What?" Molly asked.
Sherlock only smirked and held on tighter to her hand though Molly didn't know why.
"What?" She asked again.
"Your going to be alright especially since I'm here." He said smugly.
Laughing then, "Yeah, right Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock only laughed in answer, looking more like a boy then. He leaned in a kissed Molly's cheek.
"Your welcome." He said.
