I moaned and turned my head to the side.
What was that?
Something wet hit my cheek and ran down my face. I opened my eyes slowly and realized what the wetness was. "Holmes," I whispered, very softly. He started and opened his eyes. I shifted, and a soft rustling of fabrics told me I was lying down.
"Holmes," my voice was scratchy and almost inaudible. "You're crying."
"I am not," Holmes rubbed his eyes violently. I smiled, winced at the pain, and then looked around. The soft white of the hospital was soothing, calming. My right arm was immobile - bent at the elbow and covered in a cast. I shifted in the soft bedclothes and looked back at Holmes. I noticed now that he had stitches over one eye, and crutches leaned against the chair where he sat.
Holmes reached out and stroked my cheek, gently. "Watson," he whispered, his eye brimming with tears again. "I thought I'd lost you."
Then he threaded both his hands into my hair, and bent forward.
I closed my eyes and put my good arm around his neck.
The kiss was swift, and awkward, but it left me dizzy all the same. When Holmes pulled away I sighed and fell back into the pillows.
That's it, I thought, we've won.
THE END.
But somehow, I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
What was that?
Something wet hit my cheek and ran down my face. I opened my eyes slowly and realized what the wetness was. "Holmes," I whispered, very softly. He started and opened his eyes. I shifted, and a soft rustling of fabrics told me I was lying down.
"Holmes," my voice was scratchy and almost inaudible. "You're crying."
"I am not," Holmes rubbed his eyes violently. I smiled, winced at the pain, and then looked around. The soft white of the hospital was soothing, calming. My right arm was immobile - bent at the elbow and covered in a cast. I shifted in the soft bedclothes and looked back at Holmes. I noticed now that he had stitches over one eye, and crutches leaned against the chair where he sat.
Holmes reached out and stroked my cheek, gently. "Watson," he whispered, his eye brimming with tears again. "I thought I'd lost you."
Then he threaded both his hands into my hair, and bent forward.
I closed my eyes and put my good arm around his neck.
The kiss was swift, and awkward, but it left me dizzy all the same. When Holmes pulled away I sighed and fell back into the pillows.
That's it, I thought, we've won.
THE END.
But somehow, I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
