Sherlock awoke on a sofa. He was faintly aware of an old fashioned kettle whistling. His head hurt and as he moved the quilt draped over him, the sharp pain in his left knee was unbelievable. "Ah, Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. A pot clattered and he wipped his head around. Molly Hooper stood in a doorway.
"Oh Sherlock!" She dropped the tea towel she was holding and rushed over to him. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was in her pj's. Pale blue ones, with fluffy rabbits on them. She moved the quilt to reveal a thick bandage wound around Sherlock's knee. "Don't move," Sherlock was not used to being bossed around but did not object. The bandage was stained with fresh blood and as Molly unwound it, more thick warm blood oozed from a deep cut. From the angle his leg was at, Sherlock could tell the knee was broken.
"what happened, I dont remember." He started, winching as Molly tied another clean bandage around his knee tightly.
"two cracked ribs, broken knee-"
"No need to point out the obvious" Sherlock's tone was harsh and Molly frowned at him. Molly continued like he hadn't said anything.
"Fractured wrist and 2 broken fingers."
"Thank you," Sherlock looked Molly right in the eye as she tied secured the dressing. She smiled.
"get some rest Sherlock, you need it." Sherlock rested his head on a pillow and he thought. Last night he had fell from the top of st. Barts and the whole world, exept Molly, thought him dead. He did have a lot to thank Molly for. She had opened up her home to him, for how long, he didn't know. Molly. Lestrade. Mycroft. John. John. JOHN.
"JOHN!" Sherlock tried to move but his broken body didn't allow him. "MOLLY! MOLLY!" she came rushing in her face pale.
"Sherlock whats wrong!"
"JOHN, JOHN, IS HE OKAY!" Molly's face fell.
"Sherlock I thought you were hurt," she looked Dissapointed but relived, "he's fine. I wondered how long it would take you. Sherlock, remember we talked about this," she talked as though he was a little boy, about to throw a tantrum, "you can't tell him, he can't know. You have to be dead." she actually had to push back tears.
"Yes I know, I know. Just as long as he's okay."Sherlock nestled back into the pillow.
"promise me you will sleep now?"
"yeah, yeah. Course" He was already dropping back off.