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"Why would you wanna do that?" I said a little harsher than necessary. My head began to slowly nod off, drowsiness overcoming my body.
"Because, Molly Hooper, I need you." A sudden burst of energy came through my body and I shot my head up to look at Sherlock. Our eyes locked for a second. And for that second I could see his whole life. He leaned forward, bringing his forehead to lean on mine. Our breath mingled and his eyes closed.
"What do you need?' I whispered under my breath. Our noses touched and our eyelashes shared a kiss. He didn't answer me, so I asked again, "What do you need?" His mouth quirked up into a smile and his lips hesitantly touched my. Then they grew bolder, pushing harder against mine. Sherlock Holmes was kissing me. Wait… Sherlock Holmes was kissing me? I reached up and pushed him back, smacking him across the face.
"Oh Sherlock… Did you think I wouldn't notice your wandering hands? The key is someplace you would never touch on a first snog." I stood up, forgetting about the pain in my leg long enough to lean back onto the filthy wall. Crossing my arms, I tried to control the bile that was slowly making its way to my mouth. Sherlock's eyes grew wide as he watched me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, away from the wall.
"We need to get you to a hospital. You have lost about 1.4 pints of blood. Any more you will surely pass out. Let's go." He took his coat of and wrapped it around my shoulders. Only then did I notice I was shivering. He picked me up princess style, wary of my injured leg. Deciding it wasn't worth the struggle, I let him carry me a couple of blocks, before I spoke up.
"There is not another hospital for at least a mile. How do you think we're going to get a cab when my leg is bleeding and your scarf and hands are covered with blood? And I have a guy. Give me your phone and I will call him to get us a cab." He had to set me down in order to grab his phone from his coat, and the pain shot up to the top of my head. I almost collapsed before he got his phone out.
"Just tell me the number and I'll ring him." I gave him the number and leaned heavily against his side. As he put the phone to his ear and waited. When the other person on the phone answered, I could see Sherlock's eyes widen with surprise. He thought it was going to be a girl.
"Hm… No I uhm have Miss Molly Hooper with me and she was shot in the leg about forty five minutes ago. Yes, just above the femoral artery. Yes she has lost about two pints… And is currently passing out in my arms. We are at 221 Baker Street. Pick us up now."
My brain slowly began to slip away from me, leaving me barely conscious. Leaning more on to Sherlock, I realized my eyes were slowly closing and that I was passing out. I hope the good doctor gets here soon.