Sherlock heard voices. They sounded familiar…but so far away. His head hurt terribly, he attempted to open his eyes. It was like lifting cinder blocks they were so heavy. His vision was quite blurry but through it he could make out a few figures standing over him. He wondered how long he had been out for.

"Sherlock!"

"Hmm?" He mumbled turning his head to the side.

"Oh, Sherlock! Oh everybody was so worried!" He could recognize Mrs. Hudson's voice anywhere.

"Would you make me a cup of tea, Mrs. Hudson? I feel terrible." He muttered.

"As well you should! Scaring everyone like that! You should be ashamed!"

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock blinked and tried to bring her into focus. Slowly his vision came back.

This was a very white room. Very sterile looking.

Oh, shit this was a hospital room…

He instantly struggled to sit up. His first thought was 'if Molly sees me in here, she's going to flip'. He knew this was drug related, the last place he had been was that drug house. He must have done something stupid. Stupid…but brilliant! He was finally able to sit up.

"Yes! Finally! This may be the best thing that's happened this week!" He said happily. But his head gave a nasty throb and he lay back down.

"What on earth are you talking about, Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked confused.

"Never mind. Go get me a cab Mrs. Hudson, I have to leave at once, I'll be having company soon."

He heard her trot out into the hallway saying, "Nurse! I think he's gone a bit loopy!" She must have left after that because she didn't return.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Old habits calling again, brother?" He heard that familiar snobby voice.

"Mycroft why are you here…?" Sherlock said already tired of his presence.

"Oh yes…heaven forbid I worry about your well-being. You were only half dead." He said incredulously.

"Well, as you can see, I'm fine now, so please leave." Sherlock said beginning to pull at the many wires that were attached to him.

"So, when you say you'll be having company soon, you are talking about who?" Mycroft pressed him.

"It's none of your concern," Sherlock said trying to ignore him.

"I have a feeling it is," Mycroft said smartly.

Sherlock sighed, "Magnusson."

"I knew it," Mycroft said.

"Then why pester me about it?" Sherlock gave him a dirty look.

"You know this is not going to end well don't you? He just about the most powerful man in Europe. Maybe even the world. And you put your life in danger for the sake of what? Some stranger's letters?"

"Just because I don't know this woman, does that mean I shouldn't help her?"

Mycroft thought a moment. "I can't stop you…but I can tell you he is a dangerous man, Sherlock. Very dangerous. You say one wrong thing-"

"Yes, I know. Anything else?" Sherlock said irritably. Mycroft looked out of the door as footsteps were approaching down the hallway.

"Yes. Good luck." He gave his younger brother a teasing look and strolled calmly from the room just as Molly came quickly walking in. The look on her face could have killed when she saw him. He found he had to look away in embarrassment. She closed the door to his room and he knew he was in trouble.

She walked over to his bed and stood over him.

"I looked over your chart." She seemed to be trying to stay calm. "I honestly cannot believe you. I cannot believe you did this to yourself AGAIN. Did you think we wouldn't find out? Did you think I was so stupid I…"? She stopped, her voice cracking.

Surely Molly was the only one who could make him feel so badly about this.

"Listen, I want to explain, Molly-"
"Sherlock I don't want your excuses... I don't even want to look at you right now I'm so hurt. Whatever reason you did this was NOT a good enough reason for me. Call me when they send you home." And with that she left just as quickly as she had come.

Molly walked through the winding hallways of the hospital; her thoughts racing. Should she have given him a chance to explain himself? No certainly not. Like she told him, there was not a good enough reason for this.

Should she go back?

No of course not, he needs to sit there alone and think about what he had done.

Should she stay with him after this?

That question hit her hard and by surprise. She slowed her pace as she thought. This was a serious question that needed more than a few minutes thinking over…and it absolutely tore her apart to think of it at all…

A few days came and went and although Molly couldn't bring herself to visit Sherlock, she called the nurse every night to check on him and checked his chart when she could sneak glances of it at work.

When Sherlock finally insisted upon going home, even though they had wanted him to stay longer for observation, he got dressed in fresh clothes Mrs. Hudson had brought him and picked up his phone. He stared at it for a moment questioning if he should even call Molly. She wouldn't be off of work for another few hours so he could go home and have a few hours to himself…but she had said to call him and he was in enough trouble as it was. So he hesitantly picked up the phone and called the hospital phone she had on her. After a few rings he heard Molly's mousy voice on the other end.

"Pathology, Molly speaking."

"…Molly it's me." Sherlock said.

"Oh…hello Sherlock." She said, her voice going from friendly to bitter instantly.

"I…just wanted to let you know I'm going home in a few minutes."

"Do you have a key?" She asked with no emotion.

"Yes."

"Fare for a cab?"

"Yes."

"See you at home then. Bye" And with that she hung up. That should get her point across. She grinned in spite of herself. He had hurt her so deeply by doing this, she didn't care if she hurt his feelings right now.

Sherlock hung up his phone and looked down. He knew he would simply have to sit her down and make her listen when she got home tonight.