I will pray for you
I will pray for you
Through every darkness
Through every light
This road ahead of you
I cannot carry you
But I can promise
I will pray for you
Katherine Jenkins "I Will Pray for You"
Mrs. Hudson knelt by her bedside, the gentle candlelight flickering on her face as she clasped her hands and looked up at the small cross she had hung on the wall. Then her eyes traveled to the window that was dark as the night progressed.
Watson and Holmes were out there, somewhere, probably in danger as the recognizable shape bulging from Watson had indicated when he'd left with Holmes.
She worried about them. She cared about them. Not just as tenants, but also as dear to her as family.
They probably had no idea that every night they spent out there fighting danger and returning home sick or injured she spent hours kneeling here praying that they'd live through it. She knew for one of them to lose the other would be very painful. She worried herself to pieces some nights, sitting up until she heard them arriving home and then waiting long enough to assess if they were both alright or if one of them would need her help in caring for the other.
For all her threats to evict them, she never could. She needed them where she could keep an eye on them. Where she could settle her racing heart by merely walking upstairs and peeking in their rooms when they were asleep.
It was by their arrival home several hours later that she knew her fervent prayers were heard.