A?N: Loadsa fluff here! It's Maia's POV first. After the first star it's Holmes', and after the final star, it's Watson's!
"You cannot imagine," Sherlock muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.
"What can I not imagine?" I asked, curious. What did he mean? Was he referring to how long it had been since I had woken up?
"You cannot imagine how I felt when that bullet hit you," he said softly, looking at me with a strange expression.
"Sherlock, it was not your fault. I did not want to see you hurt. Already one valuable life was lost over me. I did not wish another dear one to be lost," I uttered quietly, putting my hand over his. He looked at it for a second, and then met my gaze again.
"While I did, indeed, feel that your injury was my fault for about a fortnight until Watson brought me out of that section of depression," his lips twisted into a wry smile at those words. "It was not what I was referring to,"
"Then what?" I asked faintly. His April mist grey eyes were most penetrating.
"I was thinking, in that second, that my life was crashing down on me. When Watson told me that you would live...I knew not what true happiness was until that minute, Maia," he whispered hoarsely. My breath caught in my throat. Was he telling me what I thought he was telling me?
"Sherlock...do you mean...?" As if to answer me, he leant over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me softly, sweetly and passionately. If there was a heaven on earth, I was definitely in it.
As I broke away, her beautiful dark chocolate pools were looking into my own with hope.
"I mean that...I do not know when, or how...but I am deeply in love with you, Maia," I finally uttered the words. She gasped in utter joy.
"Oh my...Sherlock, I love you too," the five words that filled my own heart with happiness. I smiled at her and kissed her again.
I entered the room to check on my patient and on her permanent visitor. I had expected either Holmes to be gazing dully into space or at Maia's unconscious form, or even for him to be asleep. The way the man was going, he would soon be in a bed next to Maia, in the same state. I stopped dead in the doorway. Sherlock Holmes and Maia Sharma were embracing tenderly, Holmes next to Maia in her bed. Holmes' head rested on Maia's. Their expressions were one of utter bliss. Holmes sensed my presence and looked up at me. I smiled reassuringly at him and nodded my blessing. I then bowed my way out of the room and shut the door behind me, smiling contentedly.