Watson walked slowly into Sherlock's hospital room taking in everything she saw.
Sherlock's left shoulder was heavily bandaged. He was hooked up to a heart monitor, two IVs, one giving him antibiotics, another a non-addictive painkiller, and wrapped around the middle of his unshaven face was a nasal cannula, feeding him oxygen.
Watson sat down in a nearby chair and watched the rising and falling of Sherlock's chest.
She knew that once he woke up and realized where he was, that he would most likely freak out, then be mad at her until the case was solved.
Watson thoughts then turned over to the last thing Sherlock had said to her. Could what he had said really been true? Could Irene really be Moriarty? How, was the question, though. Just last week a man had called claiming to be Moriarty.
She would just have to wait until Sherlock was awake, to find out. Right now her main concern was Sherlock.
Hours passed and Sherlock still wasn't awake.
Just as the sun was beginning to set, Gregson and Bell walked into the room.
"How is he?" Bell asked.
"He'll live," Watson stated. "Find anything at the brownstone?"
"Footage of Proctor shooting Holmes and then Irene killing the man by firing her weapon five times," Gregson explained.
"The last thing Sherlock said, was that Irene was Moriarty," Watson stated. "At first I thought he was incoherent from pain and blood loss, but after thinking about it for awhile, I began to question the possibility of him being right. With this new information, I know he wasn't incoherent, he was telling me what he knew."
The room fell silent as the new information sunk in. The only noises to be heard was the steady beep of the heart monitor and Sherlock's breathing.
"I'm going to have two officers assigned as your's and Holmes' protection detail until we catch Moriarty," Gregson stated taking out his cellphone and walking out of the room.
As the sky grew darker, Watson was falling asleep in her chair, but she forced herself to stay awake in case Sherlock woke up and freaked out about where he was.
Just as Watson was about to doze off she heard a small groan. She looked over at Sherlock for a second, before standing up and walking over to him.
"Sherlock?" Watson asked, hoping her partner was awake.
Sherlock opened his eyes a little and looked over Watson.
"Do you know where you are?" Watson asked.
Sherlock didn't say anything, he just nodded.
Watson figured the the consultant's mouth was dry. She then noticed the pitcher of water and glass on the table beside hospital bed.
She picked up the items and poured the water into the glass.
"Here," Watson said putting the glass of water in front of Sherlock's mouth. "Drink some water."
Sherlock took a few sips before pushing the cup away with his good hand.
"Do you know why your in the hospital?" Watson asked.
"Proctor shot me in the shoulder and you refused to take the bullet out yourself," Sherlock replied. "Though I don't hold it against you. Like you said, I had already lost a lot of blood by that point."
"How did you know about Irene being Moriarty?" Watson asked.
"She and I had a little conversation after she killed Proctor," Sherlock stated.
"What do you remember about the conversation?" Watson asked.
"When can I leave this dreadful place?" Sherlock asked changing the subject.
"When the doctor says you can," Watson replied.
As if on cue, the doctor walked into the room.
"Good evening, Mr. Holmes," the doctor said looking at Sherlock. "I'm glad you're awake. We can now move you from the ICU to a regular hospital room."
"Splendid," Sherlock muttered, "but how long to I have to be in the hospital? I have a case to solve."
"As long as your shoulder shows signs of healing, just a couple more days," the doctor replied.