A/N: This is my first story for Sherlock. Please let me know your comments and suggestions if ever. Enjoy reading
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Camille.
Camille half opened her eyes as she moved her whole body. She was in pain. 'How long am I been sleeping?' she thought to herself. She scanned the whole room. It was very neat and orderly. She presumed it was a man's room. She snapped back to her own agenda for she had no time speculating the whole area. All she wanted is to get out of this place. She was feeling uneasy moving her whole body more. Her left thigh was burning in pain but mostly her left abdomen was more painful than anything in her whole body. She tried to half get up. She was wearing a man's shirt. She traced her fingers through the material. It was cotton and it was freshly laundered for it smelled soothing. She moaned in pained trying to move her hips now.
'Camille! Wake up! Get up!' She was screaming in her thought. Finally she managed to touch the floor with her bare feet. Her body in sitting position was now in the edge of the bed. She knows this was the trickiest part, getting up.
She put all her force in her arms and tried to hold on to the edge of the lamp table beside her. It was killing her bit by bit. For the pain is now getting into her system and into her mind. She could feel the fresh wound in her abdomen splurged a little blood marking the bandage and staining the shirt a bit of a small dot. She never imagined and though what she got herself into. All she wanted to know is what happened to her and get out of this place.
She slowly took her first step and another until she reached for the door knob. This time her whole body was shaking in pain. 'Get it on. Relax. You're not going to die yet' She said to herself. She turns the knob open.
She finally saw light when she saw a figure of an old lady preparing breakfast. She forced herself into the edge of the wall putting all her weight to support her as she moved her body into the living room. She felt her abdomen splurged another blood. This time she bit her lips not to scream. Intoxicating the pain she was feeling, she managed to hold on another door. She rested her head and waited for another moment before she could move but when suddenly the door she was leaning on opened. She screamed in disbelief for she knew she will fall hard on the ground with all of her balance not in a stable situation she closed her eyes, she has to think fast before she hit the ground. Her mind was racing and remembering all of the things she could visually think of walls, door edge. But to her surprise her mental thinking stopped when she felt strong hands grabbed her beneath her waist supporting her whole body. Her head rested onto the bare skin of someone. It was warm and she could smell the soap from the person's bare skin. 'A man.' she thought to herself. She felt the strong hands enveloped in the small of her waist when finally she opened her eyes.
The man was staring at her as she looked up to him. Their face where closed to each other. His dark curls were damp from the shower and his eyes. Those gentle eyes were staring back at her. She shook her head in disbelief breaking the mesmerizing encounter she pushed him away her strong grip made him loosen his hands on her waist. She forced herself away from his grip when she accidentally grabbed the towel that was enveloped on his lower waist. It was not the improper balanced she was looking for. The man in front of her lost his balance as well. She fell flat on the floor when she felt another heavy person on top of her.
"Get off me!" Camille screamed. She was weak enough but she is gathering her energy to punch the guy on the face and managed to do that. She was feeling uneasy when she felt his groin onto her legs. She shrieked in disbelief. Disgusted with the feeling she arched her knees to potency his dangling groin. But to her surprise the guy managed to maneuver his hips away from her legs. He grabbed her both arms and was entangling himself from her squirm. His both legs were locking her lower part to keep her body moving and to ease the visible blood in her abdomen already.
"Camille! Stop, I am not going to hurt you. It's me Sherlock!" Sherlock yelled. He was obviously naked already in front of her. "Calm down! Mrs. Hudson! I need your help!" Camille was not responding. Her senses her feelings was blocked in anger now. She hated and is disgusted with a male figure who is not wearing anything. She was screaming and screaming and was crying until finally.
"Dear, Calm down! No one is trying to hurt you. It's me Mrs. Hudson." She went to Camille's side then she finally stroked her long black hair away from her face. Sherlock stood up and wrapped the towel again around his waist and when to his room to dress up.
"Hush now. Everything is going to be okay." She said rocking Camille back and forth. Camille was crying really hard as she managed to pull herself together and made herself calm down.
She looked into Mrs. Hudson's eyes. Her eyes were swollen from crying and all she could say to her was
"Help me."
