Instead of a request, this came to mind as I was going over my lessons.
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Description: Sherlocks learns sign language to communicate with the now deaf Molly Hooper.
He learned for her.
It took time, but then he learned origami in just a few hours from watching YouTube.
This was no different.
As he passed through the doors of the hospital, he paused, trying to gather his strength. He remembered the threat of Eurus and what happened as a result.
He wished to God he had gotten there in time, but to be honest he had thought the threat against her was over.
Little did he know.
He stopped in front of her door and waited. She was sitting in the bed. The IV is gone. Her hair fallen down her shoulders. She looked lost and unsure.
She turned her head and smiled when she saw him. How could she smile so brightly when he was the reason she was in here?
He bowed his head a fraction before he entered the room.
He watched as she motioned with her hands and for a moment he realized she was speaking.
He smiled, sadly, and returned the signals.
She sighed and bowed her head. The remnants of the blast could be seen on her skin on her neck, where her vocals had been damaged. Her ears were bandaged, as her eardrums had been busted.
It was his fault. She was now deaf because of him.
She moaned, letting him know she saw him. He lifted his eyes to hers and watched her sign with a precision that caught his chest.
"I'm alright, Sherlock." She signed, swiftly.
He studied her. He couldn't find the words, and slowly stepped closer to the bed.
Molly watched him and frowned. He blamed himself. She understood, but John had explained it to her when he came to visit earlier. Or he had tried. It was hard for him as he had to write it down. Molly had proven to be adept at sign language as she studied it when she was in med school. Who knew it would prove useful in such a trying time as this?
She knew the doctors had done what they could, and that she could possibly regain her voice and even her hearing if she maintained her medicine or even they could graft the skin for her eardrum or something, but for now, she needed to heal.
"I don't blame you." She signed to him, knowing he understood.
Sherlock closed his eyes. "You should." He whispered, regretfully.
Molly moaned and lifted an object to throw at him. He opened his eyes and stared at her. She huffed and slapped his arm, for he was too tall to reach on the face. She lifted her hands and motioned, hurriedly. "This was the work of someone else, not you." She argued with her hands.
"Molly…"
She lifted her finger in a threatening way and he closed his mouth. "You didn't know."
He shook his head. "No, but I should have." He returned in sign.
She rolled her eyes. "No one can know everything. That's what makes us human." She argued, forcefully.
He moved to sit on the bed. "I never wanted you to get hurt. Even when Eurus threatened you…" He paused, realizing that she could read lips.
She leaned forward and searched his eyes. Touching his face, she told him what he needed. She forgave him. She understood.
"I'm sorry."
She smiled and leaned back. "How did you learn to sign?" She asked, changing the subject.
He lowered his eyes. "Internet," He signed, carefully. "I couldn't keep from speaking to you, no matter the circumstance."
Tears burned her eyes and she smiled. She covered her mouth as she realized what it meant.
He smiled and leaned towards her. "I told you, Molly Hooper. You are the one who matters most." He spoke with his voice and hands.
She smiled through her tears and leaned forward, allowing him to gather her in his arms.
It would take two months before her voice returned and only a month before surgery corrected her hearing to where she could hear a fraction more than before, though a hearing aid was needed, it didn't matter.
Sherlock understood her and was always there to translate, even after her voice returned. The ones responsible were not Eurus' people but remnants of the past who were paying Molly back for her assistance in Sherlock's "death."
As Molly entered the flat, a week after the arrest and regained her voice, she smiled as he turned to face her.
He lifted his hands and signed three words that still confounded her to the day. Lifting her hands, she returned the sign before becoming engulfed in his arms.
I love you.
Please be kind!
I am learning sign language because of some family members who are deaf and because I find it fascinating. While learning this week, this story came into my head. I know, it's not great, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same! Besides, I feel he would learn for her if such a case came up. (Also, I'm a Steve and Kayla fan from Days, blame my mother! I watch their videos on YouTube to pass time sometimes, as the new soaps are rubbish to me...anywho...)
If you have requests, don't hesitate to send them. The next few stories may be shorter because I have a project due for my Masters and it may take a little longer than I anticipate!
Until Next Time...