Author's note : Chapter 4 for you my dear friends. This is more of a filler, I hope you will bear with me. The next chapter will be where Molly would finally meet Jim.
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Phineas P. Gage (1823–1860) was an American railroad construction foreman now remembered for his improbable survival of an accident in which a large iron rod was driven completely through his head, destroying much of his brain's left frontal lobe, and for that injury's reported effects on his personality and behavior, effects so profound—for a time, at least—that friends saw him as "no longer Gage".
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Attributes ascribed to Gage which are either unsupported by, or in contradiction to, the known facts include mistreatment of wife and children, an "utter lack of foresight", "a vainglorious tendency to show off his wound", inappropriate sexual behavior, inability or refusal to hold a job, plus drinking, bragging, lying, gambling, brawling, bullying, and thievery.
Her eyes widened as she read through the article. For all she knew, Jim was already insane and violent enough before the injury. She shuddered to think of what would happen after the injury if the article was to be believed. She would bet anything that neither of the Holmes brothers had foreseen this. She still found it hard to believe.
After having read the article, she was sincerely regretting the promise she had made to Dr. Drew. she supposed she had no choice but to accept and treat Moriarty ( she refused to refer to him as Jim ever again) as best as she could. It would be difficult but she would have to do it. For Sherlock's sake. For the whole of London. And also for her own sake. For, she still felt guilty about leading Moriarty straight to Sherlock when they had been dating. Sherlock had assured her so many times that he didn't blame her in the slightest but she just couldn't rid herself of the feeling. She took a large gulp of her coffee and continued reading.
The article, in its later stages explored the neurological damage to his brain which was too complex even for an accomplished doctor like her. She had almost given up on the article, thinking it would contain no more information about the aftermath of the injury. However, the title Social Recovery in the contents caught her attention.
She gasped out loud as she read the last line of the paragraph.
Gage eventually "figured out how to live" despite his injury, and was in later life far more functional, and socially far better adapted, than previously thought.
For a couple of minutes, she didn't move. There was hope yet. Hope that the patient in Room 24 would turn into a normal average human being, blissfully unaware of his torrid past. Sudden determination seized her and she decided that this situation was actually in her hands. All it would require on her part was dedication, love, care and a great deal of patience. She would do it. Not for Moriarty, but for Sherlock. It was the least she could do, she felt.
If she made sure that Moriarty have no inkling of his past from anyone, he would never know what he used to be right? The anger and inability to control his emotions was something she could deal with. Her brother had had a very disturbed adolescence and she had enough experience with this sort of thing. In fact, she could make her brother calm down and listen to her when no one else could. For her, he was always her little brother David and he always referred to her as 'my big sis Molly'.
Lost in thought, she dozed off in her chair, still too exhausted from the previous day.
Moriarty walked into her cabin just then, wearing an annoyed expression on his face. He said nothing but merely glared at her and then started speaking, in a foreign tongue she could make nor head or tail of. He was yelling at her now, pointing his finger accusingly at her. She stood up with her hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. He shrugged off her hands and said things in the same angry tone again but in a lower voice. She tried again, putting her hands on his shoulders and muttering words of comfort to him. He stopped speaking finally and looked up at her and quite suddenly, stood up and embraced her tightly, crushing her to him.
The phone rang shrilly just then and she woke up with a start, shaken by her dream. The caller was the nurse, asking if she was ready and if the first patient should be sent in. She found herself muttering a tired 'Yes please' before running a trembling hand through her hair. She stood up and greeted the patient with a smile as he sat down on the couch and started rambling about his life.
Her outpatients were done by lunch time and she enjoyed herself immensely. Listening to the problems of so many people was oddly satisfying and they seemed genuinely grateful to her just because she had lent them a patient ear. She joined her fellow doctors in the cafeteria for lunch and they all welcomed her warmly. They had such a great time that she almost forgot that she had to meet her ward at two in the afternoon.
Finally, she mustered up the courage to walk up to his room and glanced through the window as usual. He was nowhere to be seen. Curious, she thought as she opened the door and walked inside just in time for a china cup being thrown at her, missing her head by inches, and shattering against the door through which she had just walked in.
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