"Why here?" John asked, as they entered the regular room in St. Barts.
"There is clearly someone after her. Someone who knows her well. She can't go home, and not to our flat as well. This is the first place that came to my mind."
Roxanne numbly sat down on one of the uncomfortable chairs. Sherlock walked around in the room.
"Anyone hungry?" John asked, trying to break the silence.
"No. If you are, you can go and eat something, and come back once you're finished." Sherlock said without looking at him.
"Alright. It won't take long." he said, but as neither of the people in the room answered, he simply walked out.
"I have to go packing." she said quietly.
"No, you don't."
Roxanne could feel how her cheeks blush, and he blood pumping faster in her veins.
"Yes, I do. Are you blind? There's someone out there that killed a man just to send me that message!" she yelled at him.
"Alright, calm down."
"I can't calm down!" she yelled, and then her expression changed at she thought of her words.
She felt as if she really can't calm down.
"How long has it been?" she asked urgently.
"What?"
"My medication – I need to take it every other day. How long has it been since the last time I've taken it?"
Sherlock's face became gloomy.
"Three days."
"Sherlock, I can't calm down. I can't." she said with clear fear in her voice.
Her heart was beating faster and faster, and she felt like she's losing control of herself. And she knew what always happens next.
"Get out of here." she hissed.
"What? No. I'm not leaving you."
"Sherlock Holmes, I love you. Now get the hell out of here."
Sherlock could hear how much effort she made in order to remain as calm as possible.
She put her hair up in a ponytail, an action that only later on he understood the purpose of.
"I'm not going anywhere. Did you hear me? I'm staying right here."
"Are you deaf? I can kill you!"
"No, I heard you. And I believe you, especially because you're incapable of lying to me. But I'm not leaving you. We'll get over it."
An old man entered the room, and judging by his clothes, his hair, his expression and his eyebrows Sherlock realized he works there.
Roxanne pounced towards the man, grabbing a scalpel that was on the table.
As the man's expression changed as he realized what was happening, Sherlock jumped on her and wrapped his arms around her. She was paralyzed, unable to move any closer to the man.
She struggled against him, and pushed him to the floor. He didn't lose hold of her, and they both fell down.
Roxanne screamed in pain.
"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked worriedly, and took his arms of her so he could spin her to make her face him.
As soon as he did, she put her hand on his head, and smashed it against the floor.
Everything went dark.