oh this is pathetically short. I am really sorry, but hey you get 2 in one day! possibly more, if I have time. be prepared for Sherolly. sorry for all you Johnlock shippers.

A few minutes earlier

"We'd better get on with it then" said Molly. They each picked a computer and started to smash them up
"um… Sherlock?" asked Molly as she smashed a keyboard to bits
"Yes Molly?" he answered briskly
"Are you…um…ok?"
"Why would.t I be ok?"
"Well, you did just wake up from unconsciousness"
"Clara was worst off then me"
There was an awkward silence between them, broken only by the smashing of various electrical computers.
"Molly" murmured Sherlock "I was wondering if…um" Sherlock was stuttering. He was always brisk with her, he never stuttered, maybe it was possible that he- no. Molly shook herself. He wouldn't. He was a sociopath. He didn't have feelings. But yet here he was, looking rather awkward.

Sherlock was embarrassed. This wasn't something that happened often. He was surprised he even knew how to feel embarrassed. This was the longest time he had spent alone with Molly. There had always been someone else there. He sounded pathetic, stammering. This shouldn't be a problem. There were prettier girls out there, but Sherlock hadn't wanted anything to do with them. They were dull and ordinary. And while Molly wasn't a genius, she was someone he could trust. She was clever too, and sweet. Sherlock usually detested 'sweet' people. She was his first friend. She had always put up with him, even when he was rude. He normally didn't think about what he said to other people, or cared what they thought about him. But he did care. It was a disadvantage. Caring was not an advantage, he had to keep telling himself that. But here in this room, he gave up trying. She was staring at him, her expression desperately hopeful. He opened his mouth. Suddenly she cried out in pain. A sliver of broken glass had sliced her palm. Black goo was sliding from the broken computer she had been smashing into her hand. He could see the black crawling up her veins.
"Molly!"
He ran over to her and put her hand in his. The black was already seeping up her wrist.
"Doctor" he shouted
"Doctor!"