"I don't remember much," Mary admitted a few days later. Everyone had been avoiding asking her, wanting her to be as comfortable as she could be.
"Oh?" John asked trying not to sound too interested even if he wanted nothing more than to find whoever hurt her.
Mary watched him sitting in a chair next to her bed. She was lying on her side cautious of all the tubes and wires still hooked to her arms. "I was asleep when I heard a noise. When I came out I saw someone standing in the kitchen, I thought it was you then whoever it was shot me."
John knew that much. He, Greg, and Sherlock had been over the CCTV tapes provided by Mycroft and they couldn't get much from the footage. Leaning forward John took her hand, squeezing it gently "We'll find whoever did this."
"Sherlock thinks it was the same person who put you in the bonfire," Mary whispered taking comfort in the hand in hers. John winced lowering his eyes to look at their hands.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"It's my fault Mary," John told her. She snorted squeezing his hand and drawing his eyes back to hers, the smile on her face was soft.
"It definitely wasn't your fault," Mary assured and she shook her head when John tried to argue. "So I get to leave tomorrow!" she said excitedly. John smiled knowing she had changed the subject for his sake.
"Yea but I'm going into work for a few hours to catch up on things so it won't be until later." He reminded her receiving an irritated huff.
"What if I check myself out!" Mary joked John shrugged.
"If you really want to, you can." He told her smiling. She smiled before giggling, "Party pooper."