Dark & Protective
Part I
"... a black eye, an injured jaw, it looks like two or more broken ribs – we're not sure yet, a broken finger and a bad burn on her chest. At the moment we have sedated her for the pain but..." The doctor was still continuing talking in an apologetic but ultimately detached tone, but Sherlock had stopped listening. He felt John move beside him, heard him say something to the doctor.
"Where's her purse?" Sherlock interrupted John's talk with the doctor, his voice tight and carefully controlled; hiding the dark storm of feelings inside his chest.
"I'll go find it", John offered; clapping a hand briefly to Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock did not reply, forcing himself to stand still, his jaw clenching and hands clench into fists. Someone had hurt Molly, someone had put her into hospital and that's not acceptable.
Ever since he had gotten the call telling him that Molly had been found beaten and barely conscious on a street near her home, fear and fury had been battling for supremacy within him. Now that he knows Molly's injuries weren't life threatening he gave into the latter.
But first he needed information's. After a while John returned with Molly's purse and phone.
"She was on a date, right?" Sherlock ask, trying to hide his shaken voice as he grabbed the things from John. He quickly entering the password while looking in the purse, already deducting everything he found. "Yes", John answered, "she mentioned his name towards Mary, ...Mike Wentworth. "You think he ...?"
"I think she was with this guy and next ting happend we get a call that she's in hospital." Sherlock said grimly, "I know where I'm going first." He fired a short text to Mycroft and within minutes he got back the information he needed.
"Got him." Without a backward glance Sherlock turned and strode towards the exit. John's voice called him back.
"Sherlock!"
He hesitated, turning to meet his friend's concerned gaze.
"Whatever you do", John said "remember you're going to tell her about it when she wakes up."
Sherlock gritted his teeth, his fists clenched at his sides but he nodded curtly. "I know. Please stay with her John till I get back."
John shook his head, his eyes soft with emotion. "Like you have to ask."
Sherlock quickly hailed a cab and climbed in, during the ride to Mike Wentworth's flat his thoughts are racing. He wanted the person who had hurt Molly to know that he Sherlock Holmes was exacting revenge on her behalf. It was strange and illogical but Sherlock knew he was very close to losing all reasons completely and taking a man's life tonight.