When Molly stopped by to see how Sherlock was doing, she saw John sleeping in a chair. She woke him up and made him go home, promising to stay with Sherlock.
Molly tended to the flowers that previous visitors had left for Sherlock. At a good lot of the flowers had come from female fans.
When she was done caring for the flowers, she sat down next to Sherlock. She had thought she was over him, but here she was sitting net to him, watching him breath and sleep. According to his doctor, he'd been out of it for over a week and he wasn't sure if Sherlock would ever wake up.
Molly had hope though. She knew Sherlock better than anyone. There was no way he going to lay in that bed forever while there was crimes to be solved. Nothing could stop the great Sherlock Holmes. The man had brought himself back from the dead, just to prove a bloody point.
Molly moved closer to Sherlock and placed his hand in her. "You listen and you listen good, because if you don't wake up, the murderers, the rapists, the kidnappers, and the sickest most twisted minds will get away. You need to wake up and stop them."
Molly let go of Sherlock's hand and leaned back in the chair, just as Anderson was coming in.
Molly always found the man as strange and a tad bit insane. Ever since Sherlock came back, he followed him from a distance. He had become obsessed with the consulting detective. At first Sherlock found it okay, but over the months he did his best to avoid the man.
As a way to get Anderson to following him, he agreed to go to Anderson's flat once a week and chat.
"What do you want Anderson?" Molly asked.
"I just came to see if Sherlock was awake. John hasn't been updating his blog, so I figured I should by and check," Anderson replied. "Where is John?"
"Probably sleeping in a bed," Molly stated. "Sherlock has not woken up, but when he does, I'll have him call you."
Anderson grinned like a lovesick puppy then left.
Molly sighed. That man gave her the creeps.
When John came back the next day, Molly stayed and chatted with him, hoping to avoid the elephant in the room.
Even when it was time for her to go downstairs and clock in, she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay where she was and listen to Sherlock's breathing. If she went downstairs, she'd feel as if she wasn't helping Sherlock. But if didn't do her job, she wouldn't get paid and no work would get done.
She decided to go downstairs to do her job, but promised herself to come back up and sit next to Sherlock during her lunch break.
