Sherlock was sitting at Katie's sickbed, having just confessed his love for her, when suddenly her heart stopped beating.
He froze instantly and kept looking at the monitor in front of him. His breath stood still. Nurses rushed in and immediately set off a heart alarm. Sherlock was still sitting at her bed, unable to move. They asked him to leave the room but he didn't hear them. He was in shock. As the doctor rushed in and ordered him out of the room, he slowly moved again and realised what was happening. Finally he was taken out of the room by a nurse.
He stood for a moment at the now locked door, hoping that they could save her.
Slowly he left the place where he had been standing before and walked through the building as if by remote control. He muted every sound and also the nurse who asked him if he was all right. He just walked. His gaze empty.
A voice familiar to him then suddenly took him out of his thoughts. When he looked around, he saw that he was now in the middle of the canteen.
"Sherlock? Hello. What are you doing here? Did you come to see Katie, or are you here to see me?"
He slowly turned to the voice and now looked into warm brown eyes that looked at him questioningly.
"I, um... "I, uh... uh, I..."
He did not know what to say. He thanked God if he believed in him that Molly had just been interrupted by a text message.
She suddenly turned white and stared at the display in front of her.
"It... it goes... it's about Katie. Something is wrong. I, um... I'm supposed to come up right now," she stammered.
Sherlock nodded and followed her at the same time.
When they entered the ward, she immediately asked one of the nurses what had happened.
"Dr. Hooper, hello. Oh, yes. Ms Wilson had a cardiac arrest. The doctors are trying to resuscitate her right now," said the nurse in a sympathetic tone.
Molly stood still. Tears formed in her eyes. She looked towards the room where doctors were trying to save her friend. Her legs became weak and she sat down on one of the chairs in front of it.
Sherlock stood beside her. He didn't want to and couldn't sit down. Again and again he looked down at Molly, who was sitting on the chair crying. He wanted to say something, something that would make her stop crying, but nothing came to his mind. Instead, he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.
When Molly looked up in shock, he smiled at her slightly.
She turned away again, but the sobbing did not stop. At some point she stood up and put her head on his shoulder. She was still crying. Sherlock felt quite uncomfortable in this situation. Gently he tapped her back with his hand.
After a few seconds she released herself and sat down again. She looked at him apologetically. Her cheeks coloured slightly. Then she gradually calmed down again.
Sherlock was feeling quite uncomfortable at that moment and immediately took flight. His way led him outside. In a quiet corner he dropped against the wall. He only casually noticed that he had arrived at the smoking area, the staff member's corner.
He walked shakily towards one of them. He just needed that now.
As he stood in front of a rather young employee, who was pulling on his cigarette with relish, he opened his mouth.
"May I have one of those?" he asked, pointing to the cigarettes in front of him.
The young man looked at him with a slightly sceptical look when he finally held out his pack to him.
"Had a hard day, huh?" he asked and offered him a light at the same time.
But Sherlock did not answer. He just pulled at his cigarette and pushed the smoke out. The young man saw that his counterpart was not in the mood for small talk, finished his cigarette and then went back into the building.
Sherlock was still standing there, pulling on it, and just for a moment wanted his thoughts to stop. But when he realised that it was hopeless and that not even this addiction could change anything, he finally put it out and walked back towards the front door.