He went home with permission from the on-call doctor, Mister John Watson, a week after being coherent enough to understand the severity of his situation. Sherlock had wanted to leave and go home the second he'd heard of what was going on, not wanting to go to some sort of rehab. Of course, John had contemplated making him go through a rehabilitation program, but thinking twice of it and decided that either Sherlock or some other poor soul would die.
His voice was almost back, but he could hardly walk at all. Anywhere in the flat he went I had to accompany him. I didn't mind. I didn't want him to get hurt. He was getting better at walking the more he did it.
The withdrawal symptoms were the worst of all. I couldn't imagine the pain he was constantly going through. Not to mention the mood swings that he constantly went through.
'Molly, will you please get me some patches?' He'd asked one day, pointing out a small drawer in the living room near the television.
'No.' I didn't look at his face. I knew that if I so much as glanced at him I would give in.
'And why not?' His voice was a mixture of disbelief and pain.
'If you want one, then it will be in my sight at all time, and I will put it on you. If it's in there that means it's an old package…' I left it at that, and so did he. He apparently thought I wouldn't clue in. I finally received the courage to look at him, and he was staring out the window, his body in its constant tremor, his face currently flushed.
'John didn't get them all.' Sherlock handed me four medium sized bags with an off white powder in the bottom. 'A perfectly fine way to waste one's money.'
'I'd say.'
'May I at least have my phone?'
'I don't have your phone.' He slowly stood up and began to totter. I began to stand up for him to lean on, but he rejected my attempts. 'I'm going alone, Molly.' He walked as a small toddler would walk; weary of its new ability, into his room.
'Please be careful.' There was no answer to my request.
Sherlock looked like a skeleton. He had lost maybe twenty pounds….twenty pounds that his already slight figure needed. He still wasn't hungry, although I did make him eat at least one meal a day, regardless of whether or not he's hungry. He had developed a permanent darkness under his eyes that made him appear dead. At night, when he slept, he would shake and squirm and call out. Sometimes I thought that he was awake, and would try to talk him out of his fit...it never worked. In the morning I woke him up by six (at his request), and he was very off beat and cold the rest of the day…this was a pattern I wasn't going to be too fond of.
I laid my head back in the chair that I had made my home. I was asleep before I had time to realize what I was doing.
For the first time in a long, long time, I didn't dream.
And if I did, my memory didn't allow me to retain it.
When I awoke the first thing I felt was the pain that had replaced the initial comfort of the chair. I groaned as I pushed myself into a different position and eventually out of the chair. I glanced at the clock…one thirty at night…great. A whole day wasted. I drug myself into my room and made myself take the much needed shower that I had planned on earlier in the day.
Drowsiness seemed to cling to me as the hot water poured on my body. I gave myself a once-over, as I usually did, and noticed how much damage my apparent eleven pound weight loss had done. I could see my bottom ribs more predominately than before, and my stomach looked sunken in…I had lost more than eleven pounds…I hurried my shower, not wanting to see more.
I saw my bed across the room and did what I like to call a sprint-and-dive. Only, when I dove I landed face first into the back of Sherlock.
'What! What's going on?' He shouted in his sleepy delirium.
'Nothing! I'm so sorry are you alright!' I rolled off of him and studied his back, hoping to have avoided breaking him even further than I in the past had done.
'I am fine, why? What did you just on me for?' He looked seriously confused.
'I felt like…jumping.' I said, glad for the dark so he didn't have to see my stupidity as well as hear it.
He laughed. He laughed only a little laugh but I couldn't help but smile.
'You felt like jumping? Molly Hooper, you are the strangest person I have ever met.'
'How so? Because I like jumping into a bed I've not known since about fifteen days ago?'
'And because you sent me texts while I was in a coma…what'd you think I was going to do, wake up to respond to you?'
Oh god. I'd forgotten about the texts.
'Eh, Sherlock…those texts…'
'Those texts, what?' He sat up eye level with me.
'Please don't mock me for them.'
He looked at me and then laid back down, his back facing me. I turned myself to be in the same direction. Suddenly, my phone went off.
I wasn't going to mock you.
-SH
What were you going to do then?
-MH
I don't know. I don't know what to say.
-SH
That's okay.
-MH
I'm sorry I made you worry so much.
-SH
When's the last time you've slept?
-MH
The same as you.
-SH
Then sleep.
-MH
I can't sleep, but I'm tired. It's incredibly frustrating.
-SH
Sherlock, have I ever told you that you are the most brilliant man I have ever met?
-MH
No. No, you haven't.
-SH
Well, you are. And don't forget it.
-MH
He turned around in the bed and curved his body with mine and wrapped his arm around my waist.
'Thank you.' He whispered in my ear.
I fell asleep, and for the second time in my life I swear I heard him say 'I think I love you, Molly Hooper.' But, I suppose that I was dreaming, for my dreams took their normal course, though at a much stronger visualization having known the real thing.
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The "My Dearest Sherlock" Soundtrack
1. Trade Mistakes- Panic! At the Disco
2. Always- Panic! At the Disco
3. Lost In You- Three Days Grace
4. Memories- Panic! At the Disco
5. When The Day Met The Night- Panic! At the Disco
6. Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met) -P!ATD {Mainly chorus}
7. The (Shipped) Gold Standard- Fall Out Boy
8. Six Feet Under The Stars- All Time Low
9. Stall Me- P!ATD
***These songs are songs that have inspired me in my writing, so if you ever want to see more of how I think Sherlock and Molly's relationship will go, you may find a clue within one (or more) of the songs... "Spoilers!" (Must add River!)
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