"SHERLOCK!" Donovan shook Sherlock
"What?" he slurred and opened his eyes
"Oh Dear God." Sally breathed "What the Hell is Wrong with you?!" Sherlock shrugged and then winced
"God you are a Freak."
"You told me to shut up. So I did."
"I thought you were dead!" Sherlock raised an eyebrow
"You were worried?" Donovan realised where this was going so she changed the subject
"Where were you shot?" Sherlock caught on the attempt so played along
"On my left side. Just above the hip…" Sherlock's eyes fluttered closed "And grazing the pelvis."
Sally felt pity well up in her stomach and she brushed some hair out of Sherlock's face. He looked ever paler than ever. She recoiled her hand after she realised what she had done and then looked away. His eyes opened and he looked to her with a cocky look
"Don't look at me like that!" Sally snapped
"You feel pity for me don't you?"
"No I don't!"
"Your actions say otherwise." Sherlock coughed again. He sat up and covered his mouth with a gloved as the coughing intensified. Donovan panicked and Sherlock grabbed her arm
"B-Back!" he gasped
"You want me to hit your back?" Sherlock nodded rapidly and Sally whacked his back. He gasped as air filled his lungs. He removed his glove from his mouth and Donovan saw blood on it, slowly she helped him lie back down. She pulled him onto her lap so he was comfortable he looked up to her with curiosity
"What are you d-doing?" he rasped, clearly uneasy about lying on Sally's leg however was too weak to push away
"Your head needs to be suspended off the ground."
"But you wouldn't do that, you wouldn't even go near me… Why are you being so k-kind?"
"Don't act dumb, freak. I saw what you did."
"What?
"Don't act all innocent on me. You took the bullet for yourself instead of me when the man fired the gun. You pushed me out of the way and –as much as I hate to admit it- saved me.
"Why?" Sherlock sighed
"I hate you – that much is true- but I certainly don't want you dead."
Sally let the words sink in before talking
"Thank you Sherlock." He smiled weakly
"You're Welcome." Sally didn't let Sherlock go until Ambulance sirens screeched through the thick, midnight air.
~~~~~~At The Hospital~~~~
"Why are we visiting him?" Anderson whined
"Because I want to." Sally shot back and punched Anderson. Ahe knocked on a door and a voice replied
"Come in."
Sally opened the door, she saw John Watson sitting next to a hospital bed that was occupied by Sherlock Holmes. Anderson leaned against the door frame as Sally walked in
John looked to her with surprise
"Sergeant Donovan? Anderson?" he said
"Donovan wanted to see if the freak was OK." Sally shoved the door and it slammed on the Forensic Scientist's face. She nodded at the door before turning to John
"I was just checking if fre- Sherlock was OK." She finally said
"You can see him if you want." John stood up so she could see Sherlock. He was awake and looking at her. She placed a bouquet of flowers on the side table
"Sergeant?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow
"What happened last night was just a one off." She said "I thank you for what you did but it was a ONE OFF."
"Of Course." Sherlock chuckled. Sally nodded and walked out of the room leaving a confused John and smug Sherlock behind.
