Sherlock sat on the edge of the tub, a hand dipping into the tub and bringing up a cupped palm of tepid water. He poured it gently upon Molly's chest and returned the hand to continue the action. Molly lay within the old hospital tub, eyes closed, seemingly peaceful. He'd taken the liberty of placing a rolled up white towel behind her neck so as to allow her head to rest comfortably against the porcelain. The lights flickered here and there within the old abandoned hospital room. He sighed to himself, deep in thought. He leaned back, reaching for the white washcloth that sat upon the top of the shelving within the room. He returned it to the water and soaked it, hoping to help speed up the process of breaking her fever.

Molly's fever had broke after the first evening of the lukewarm soak. Unfortunately, Molly's temperature would only stay down for a matter of hours before it would immediately spike up once more. Sherlock had awoken only thirty minutes earlier from lying witih the bed with his wife to find her shivering underneath the sheets with her skin ablaze. He'd immediately called John, who thankfully was back at Baker Street giving Mrs. Hudson a break with Abigail, who had recently become colicky. No one better to treat a colicky child than Dr. Watson. Sherlock had felt thankful as he had run the water and placed his naked love into the water once more.

As he stroked her skin with the wet washcloth he contemplated. Can she hear me? Is there any consciousness in there at all? Sherlock quickly became frustrated by merely thinking of the possibility of her being able to hear him and not react. It wasn't fair. He trailed the washcloth up around her pale neck and down across her breasts. He wanted her back, awake, giggling, stroking his arm in her loving way or running her fingers through his curls the absent-minded way that she did. "How did I never see you before, my Molly?" Sherlock asked softly as he bathed her. His mind often wandered back to the time before he'd taken her out on a date, something he'd never have ever expected to do. It was hard for him even now to remember exactly how it had been before. He'd deleted many things from before her that he deemed unimportant and it was all too possible that conversations and interactions with Molly were included. He felt almost guilty at the thought of it. "It is ironic that we find each other in this way, and my enemies try to do away with you to hurt me. Mycroft was right. Caring is not an advantage." He humphed and slapped the washcloth into the water in exasperation.

Sherlock's phone began to ring in the jacket pocket as it sat across the chair John had dragged into the bathroom at one point or another. He took hold of a dry towel and leaned over to take hold of it. It was John. He answered. "John?"

"I've got Abby calm now. Mrs. Hudson had a good rest and she's bright eyed and bushy tailed to tend to her. I'm headed back. I've got the serum." John sputtered into the phone. Sherlock noted he was walking outside, perhaps to catch a cab in front of the flat.

"Brilliant. As always, I am thankful." Sherlock spoke into the phone and turned back, eyes on Molly. "Will you be administering it when you arrive?"

"How is her temperature?"

"I've got her in the bath now going on twenty minutes. It hasn't broken yet."

"I'll have to wait until she's stable. I don't want her body trying to fight off whatever is causing the temp as well as the antidote. It could have a negative effect."

Sherlock's shoulders slumped. He would have to wait a bit longer it would seem. "I understand. See you soon." Sherlock hung up the phone and placed it back on top of his jacket. He turned and began to wash Molly once more. "Come on, love. If you can possibly hear me in there...it's nearly done. Hold on a bit longer." He ran the washcloth over her chest once more and stopped momentarily to lay his large palm upon her chest to feel her heartbeat. He held it there a moment, not sensing anything. No rise and fall of the chest. He took to his knees next to the tub, reaching into the tepid water to take hold of her wrist and feel for a pulse. Nothing. "No..." Sherlock dipped into the tub, disregarding the splashing of the water soaking him through and lifted Molly out of it. He raced through the hospital room and laid her upon the bed, his ear going to her chest to listen. Still nothing.

Sherlock's mind went blank. John was en route, he couldn't contact the hospital staff as they were unaware of Molly's survival and most of them had attended her funeral. Time was of the essence. If he could do something up until John entered then perhaps...

Sherlock's mouth was immediately upon her, blowing in rescuing warm breaths to fill her lungs. He shook her, with no response and immediately began chest compressions to pump the blood throughout her body. With every pump and every breath the bile rose more within his throat, the adrenaline coursed throughout his body. He continued, attempting to distance himself from the emotional uprising that was currently threatening his sanity and ability to concentrate.

After what seemed like hours, the door to the room creaked open and John entered, immediately taken aback by the state Sherlock appeared to be in. He sat next to the bed, trembling, hair soaked through with sweat, pallor upon his face. He held onto Molly's hand so tight that his knuckles were white. "Sherlock? What's wrong?" John flew into the room, circling the bed. He glanced up at the monitor, noting that Molly's vital signs were sluggish but stable. He placed a hand upon her forehead, feeling the sweat as it broke out upon her hairline. "Thank god, I think her fever just broke. Her blood pressure's a bit low. What happened? You look like hell."

"I had to rescucitate her." Sherlock's voice was uneven, on the verge of something broken, but only edging in.

"Bloody hell..." John came to rest in a chair next to the bed. Molly seemed fine, laying under the sheet, allowing her body to be cooled by the fan Sherlock had positioned to blow upon her. Her pulse was strong, her respirations normal. "She's okay now, Sherlock. You did a fantastic job. You can relax now." John pulled out his phone to page the doctor that Mycroft had commissioned to care for her when needed. Sherlock rose, stumbled towards the bathroom and took to wretching. John gave him a moment, noting that nothing came up.

Sherlock emerged moments later, sullen, pale, and still trembling. "When's the last time you ate?" John asked, concerned. Sherlock shook his head. "I know it's the last thing on your mind, but you've got to stay healthy and strong for her."

"When can you give it? We can't wait much longer if she's going to have episodes like that..." Sherlock wretched once more, but steadied himself.

"Her fever's broken. I suppose I could give it now but really if she just coded-"

"Give it."

"You're sure?"

Sherlock met John's gaze. His eyes were tearing up, whether from his regurgitation or from fear John couldn't tell but he was pretty sure it was the latter. "Okay." John pulled the capped syringe out of his pocket. "Okay, Sherlock. We'll do it." He strode back into the room, preparing an area on Molly's arm with an alcohol swab and injected her. Sherlock watched, leaning against the door jam to the bathroom as if clinging to life. "The next few hours are going to be crucial."

Sherlock nodded, disappearing into the bathroom once more only to splash cold water upon his face before returning to Molly's side. He climbed into the bed beside her, a hand upon her wrist to feel her pulse, beating strong and steady. He laid his other hand upon her chest to be able to feel her breath. He feared falling asleep and allowing her to drift away from him once more without him being able to save her. "Please, Molly. Don't." He choked back a sob. He disregarded John taking a seat beside her and grasping her free hand, taking up his vigil to watch her. "Don't leave me..."

The feels are bad for me tonight, as you can see by the above chapter. Will the serum help? Will Sherlock have to resort to surgery? Will Molly have another episode?

I'll attempt to update before the weekend arrives! Thank you all so much for continuing to read! Please review if you find the time! I love to hear your reactions...