AN: Hello everybody:)
I'm so sorry that this is short!
I love you all tons:D (and I probably won't be updating again very soon either)
Prompted by:merthurr
DVD:
I pushed open huge door to the flat feeling horrendous. To say that it had been a tough day at the surgery was an understatement. There was one child who was clearly suffering from child abuse.
It was horrible. Seeing the little three year old girl flinch as I touched her forehead, glassy tears dripping down her cheeks as I inspected her ribs. One broken, one fractured. I told the mother to take her to the hospital but the woman refused. Obviously she didn't want to get caught. On my break I called Lestrade a let him know about the little girl, Molly Valhouser.
Then in the afternoon an elderly lady had come in and I had to transfer her to the hospital because if my suspicions are correct, she has cancer.
To make things worse, when I was walking home Lestrade called and told me that the mother had taken the girl and ran so the police couldn't save her.
I knew that Molly Valhouser would feature heavily in my dreams. Her tearful blue eyes and scraggly hair weaving through machine guns and dying soldiers.
So the "I had a bad day." that I told Sherlock was very much an understatement.
I pushed open the door to the flat, stepping inside and slipping off my coat. "Sherlock!" I yelled, wondering where my flat mate was. I was surprised to see him curled up on the sofa, a bowl of buttered popcorn on the table a pile of blankets by his feet. He pressed play on the remote and threw me a blanket. I wrapped it round my shoulders and sank down on the sofa, snuggling into Sherlock. "Hey." he said, kissing my forehead. I heard the doctor who theme tune and looked up at Sherlock, smiling widely.
"You had a had a bad day, I thought you'd like to relax."
I snuggled into the back of the sofa and watched the doctor go on his adventures.
I relaxed and fell asleep against Sherlock. As my breathing slowed, Sherlock pressed pause on the DVD.