I sincerely want to thank everyone who have favored and are following this. Sorry I take so long between updates, I do mean that, with all my heart. Hopefully I will be winding this up soon. I want to thank sevenpercent for his suggestions. All of you are a true inspiration and keep me going. If anyone knows how to contact betas or would like to be mine. I am looking one, as Sherlock would say, obviously. Now on with the story.

Persia awoke slowly to find herself greeted by the early morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was so used to awaking to a sturgeon darkness that it took her a few moments to orientate herself. The hotel room then, high enough that the sun's rays were not blocked by what ever buildings crowded around the hospital.

The bed was comfortable and she had enjoyed a full night sleep but she needed to be up and about so stretching she slipped out of bed and padded her way to the loo. She sighed at the sight of the full sized tub Then she examined the small basket of complimentary toiletries and felt herself melt when she found the small bottle of honest to goodness bubble bath. It was so seldom that she could afford the luxury of a good long soak in a full bath. But since Mycroft Holmes was generous enough to supply the opportunity, she saw no real reason not to take advantage of it.

Some time later Persia entered the hospital feeling fully refreshed and energized. She carried he meager amount of luggage. She wanted to visit Sherlock and make sure he was doing well but there were other people who relied on her care and she had to be available for them. Though she didn't begrudge this time with Sherlock it was time she returned to her "clinic" below the streets.

"Dr...Persia." She paused.

"Dr. Corby-Smyth, Good morning."

"Good morning. May I offer you coffee and breakfast?"

She nodded. "That would be lovely. Thank you."

They walked together to the cafeteria and once they were seated with their meal Dr. Corby-Smyth clasped his hands together as they rested on the table top. Persia took a sip of her coffee and waited for her companion to state whatever it was that was on his mind. He gently cleared his throat.

"I really don't know what to call you besides Dr. What you accomplished with the young Mr. Holmes is quite remarkable."

Persia staled for a long moment. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her her real name. Even Sherlock didn't use his given name on the streets. It just wasn't done. But this hospital, it was a different world from what she had known both over seas and what her life had become since her return.

She slowly lowered her mug and set it carefully before her on the table then looked up squarely into the face across from hers.

"Shannon Chambers, if you need any references."

He smiled. "Actually, I have no doubt about you qualifications. It is I who would like to offer references to."

She studied him at length. I'm not sure what you mean."

"You work on the streets, Dr. Chambers. There are funds that are available, earmarked especially for young people at risk. It has also been brought to our attention that not a few of the homeless are veterans. There are agencies and individuals working to help these people of all ages and of all wars. I am going to give you paperwork and contact information so you can get assistance for the people you are in constant contact with. So, since you are obviously on your way to see Sherlock, please come to my office as soon as you are ready and we will get you started."

Persia could only look at him not daring to take a sip from her mug or take a bit from her plate in fear that they could never get by the lump in her throat. She stood slowly and with a whispered "Thank you"

She beat as graceful a retreat as could be managed under the circumstances. Once she reached Sherlock's room she paused outside. She cast a heartfelt look towards the ceiling while taking the time to do some deep breathing. She needed to be calm and collected before opening that door. The last thing she wanted was having Sherlock feeling something wrong and trying to "read" her.

When she felt her confidence up shored, she opened the door and entered then stopped finding Sherlock still had company. Both Sherlock and Mycroft looked up as she in then Mycroft started to rise. She waved him back as she approached Sherlock's bed side.

"You're leaving." It wasn't a question.

"Yes. I have other patients, as you well now. I will give you some advise though I am sure Dr. Corby-Smyth will have a lengthy list of does and do notes. Please, do your best to follow the instructions. You're going to have to take it easy for some time. That knot of muscles is not going to heal easily. You will take that whole bottle of pellets. I will give your brother my contact information so that if you need more they will be available." She smiled and nodded to Mycroft.

He nodded solemnly in return.

She leaned over the bed her smile lighting her eyes as she whispered for only Sherlock to hear. "You behave yourself, Shezza. I know how much this inactivity grates but I am sincere. Those muscles are going to cause a bit of trouble but the pills and taking it easy will be far better then you pushing yourself."

Then she stood. "I'll check with Dr. Corby-Smyth for updates. I do want to keep up with you. Maybe I can even get in for a visit either today to tomorrow. See you around, Sherlock."

Sherlock nodded. "See you, Persia."

All three sets of eyes turned to the door as it opened and Dr. Corby-Smyth followed closely by a male orderly.

"Good morning, Mycroft, Sherlock. Glad you're still here, Dr. Chambers. Then he turned to address Sherlock. "I want you to start getting some exercise. It will be just a short trip up the corridor but you really need to gets out of bed for a little bit every day."

The only sound was a huff and groan from the bed.

The orderly approached the bed. "I know. This may be uncomfortable but I promise we will move very slowly and it won't be long. You just have to get your circulation working properly again."

Sherlock threw back the bed cloths and started to sit up as the orderly stepped closer before Sherlock pinned him with a glare only to shift his attention to his right at a slight sniff. Which caused the surely patient to close his eyes, purse his lips then nod to the orderly who maneuvered to stand beside Sherlock to help him slowly stand. Then the two slipped inch by inch out of the room. Once the door closed behind them Dr. Corby-Smyth turned towards Mycroft.

"Your brother is doing very well all things considered. I would like to be able to send him home in another twenty four to forty eight hours, if that is at all possible."

Mycroft nodded. "I will make sure that a room is prepared for him. Just make a list of requirements and I will see that it is implemented."

"After he and the orderly has returned and Sherlock settled comfortably I will make out the paper work and recommendations."