Ch. 21
Morganna's P.O.V.
I could not help singing to myself in delight as the town doctor stitched my arm. I had been feeling light headed for some time now, and the lightening did nothing to help me. Still, I knew that if I let Sherlock know that he would fuss over me, which would cause me to anger, causing my pulse to rise and the loss of more blood.
While I was being treated, Sherlock was seeing to some lodgings for us for the night. He came in as the doctor was bandaging my arm. After paying for everything, a small but rather adorable gesture, he led me out of the office and to a country inn.
I had no problems making myself comfortable, having spent the night in more hostile accommodations, but was somewhat secretly disappointed that Sherlock had gotten us separate rooms instead of pretending to be my husband and sharing a room with me…
Ever the gentleman that man…
I vowed to myself that one day, most likely AFTER our marriage, that I would see him without that stiff collar, both literally and mentally…
As I stretched out in a nightgown borrowed from the kindly landlady, I made the mental note to make his wedding night one he would never forget.
I had little doubt, none on my part, that it would be the first for both of us, but I have always been creative…also friends of a Geisha… a single delicately written letter and he would completely submit…