Once they arrived at the closest hospital, Sherlock had to be held back when they took Sophie from his arms and rushed her away for a scan. Mycroft knew his brother was struggling. Not only did he hate hospitals he couldnt deduce what was wrong with the girl except for a knock to the head and attempted rape. He also knew it wasn't the time to tease him. Holding his shoulders he brought him into a hug. Sherlock stiffened but relaxed into his brothers arms a few moments later, shaking slightly but not quite crying he then sat down on the chair to wait. Mycroft took his own seat, asked Anthea to contact Mary,John, Lestrade and Mrs Hudson and silently supported his distraught brother, a hand on his back rubbing smooth circles like he used to do when he was a child.

He'd been sat there for hours, not once had they come to tell him what was going on and he was going stir crazy. Everybody had arrived, John Mary, Lestrade,Mrs Hudson had stayed home making sure everything was ready for their return. She'd given Mary a bag if Sophies clothes and toiletries for her to bring. It was currently sitting by his tapping foot. Not being able to take it anymore he shot up and was about to storm out of the waiting room to find out what was happening when a surgeon walked in with a grim expression. Sherlock froze, no, she's fine, of course she's fine! He fell to his knees and didnt hear what the surgeon was saying. The next thing he knew was Mycroft kneeling next to him with his hands on his face, Lestrade was stood behind him with a hand on his back.

'Lockie, she's fine, she had internal bleeding from where the bastard kicked her but she's going to be okay, they've fixed it. She's just asleep now. Lockie trust me.'

Sherlock stared at his brother, Mycroft never called him Lockie anymore. But Mycroft knew he needed to get through to his little brother so he could get up and go and see her. He could hear John asking medical questions to the surgeon , Mary was quietly crying into her handkerchief and Lestrade was being a silent support.

Sherlock stared at Mycroft as his words filtered through his brain. She's alright... internal bleeding... fixed her... asleep.. He took a breathe he didn't know he was holding, patted Mycrofts hands to know he was okay and stood. The surgeon beckoned him to follow, leaving the others in the waiting room so he could see her first. Opening the door to the sterile white room he let out a small gasp at seeing her on the white bed. Hooked up to tubes and wires. She was asleep, and he knew she had been sedated, breathing slowly, the beep beep of the monitor going steadily he made his way to her side, leant down and kissed her forehead. Again, despite being dead to the world she still leant into the kiss. He smiled, he was finally starting to recognise the feelings he had for this woman. He was falling in love with her. He was scared and anxious, but he hoped she felt the same way. He'd never felt like this with somebody before and it was all new to him.

Sitting next to her and stroking her hand, he waited for her to wake.

Beep... beep... beep...

Sophie woke slowly, feeling a pressure on her hand. Sighing and opening her eyes she squinted in the daylight coming through the window. She lifted her right hand to take out the oxygen tubes from her nose when fingers clasped hers gently, halting her progress. Looking to the side she found Mycroft there with a small smile on his face, putting his fingers to his lip he pointed to her other side, Turning she saw Sherlock resting beside her, Head on his arm and his hand in hers. smiling softly she let the calmness of of the room and the knowledge that her boys were there, lull her back to sleep.

When Sophie woke again, the sun was now low in the sky, pretty pink swirls could be seen through the window. Sherlock was still there, facing away at the moment taling quietly to John who was sat on the couch by the door. Mycroft was stood by the window watching, it looked as if neither of them had left at all, He was the most dishevelled she had ever seen him. Hs usually crisp grey suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened and his hair out of its usual perfection. Noticing she was awake, he interrupted the quiet conversation going on around them.

' Hello my Dear, nice of you to join us.' Sherlocks head whipped round so fast she was worried he would get whiplash. He eyes sparkled, He was so glad she was finally awake.

Stroking her knuckles he held her tight, seeing her she's looking back at him filled his heart. He could hear the others talking to her from behind him, she answered best she could but didn't take her eyes from his. He wanted her, He wanted to be with her.

Two days later Sophie was again wrapped in Sherlocks arms. Despite the fact she could walk he insisted on carrying her upstairs and into the lounge. Settling her onto the couch he made her a hot chocolate. He knew she was tired, but he also knew she didn't want to go to sleep. She had nightmares in the hospital, she tried to hide them from him but he often watched her sleep. Sitting next to her they chatted happily for a few hours until she slowly drifted off. Sighing and making the familiar path to her room with her in his arms he set her into bed, kissed her forehead and pulled the door to. Once downstairs he started playing his violin , knowing he should get some sleep himself but not wanting to do so.

It was about 3am when he heard it. He had been walking down the hall to go to bed when he heard Sophie crying, He rushed to her room and lightly knocked the door, pushing it open and walking towards her he held her as she cried into him. Sitting on his bed he positioned himself next to her and held her close. Hugging her as tightly as he could, hoping to give her a feeling of safety. If I ever see that bastard again I'll kill him. He thought to himself. Slowly she drifted off in his arms, clinging to his nightshirt. Not having the heart to move he he settled down to sleep aswell. He'd stay there as long as she wanted him.