warning: angst train is coming. prompted by dmollyc on Tumblr: #6, "You can't die. Please don't die."
Sherlock was in the middle of a case with John and Greg when he got the call.
"Hello, Mr. Holmes? Yours is the number we have on the emergency contact information for Margaret Hooper. She's been in a car accident. A drunk driver hit the taxi she was occupying."
His face fell, nearly dropping his phone. He stopped in the middle of the warehouse where they were investigating. Not her.
"Sherlock?" John said with concern.
"You alright, mate?" Greg asked.
"Molly's been in a car accident. I have to go. Now," Sherlock told them, running out of the warehouse.
Sherlock overlooked her surgery from above, tears falling from his eyes when her heart rate started dropping. They were trying desperately to stop the internal bleeding she had suffered.
"You can't die. Please don't die," his voice broke with each word. "Molly, please. I need you. I love you." Thankfully, they successfully stopped the bleeding and she was stabilized. He followed them to the recovery room that Molly was moved into.
"She may have some temporary memory loss, but she will live," the nurse explained when Sherlock entered the room. He seated himself in the chair beside her bed. She hadn't come around from the anaesthetic yet. He held her hand gently, sliding his thumb across the back of it. No words were said as Sherlock silently prayed to a deity he did not believe in as he gazed upon his Molly. The love of his life. She slowly came to and Sherlock sat back as the nurse explained what happened and how the operation went. Molly nodded in understanding. Afterwards, her eyes found Sherlock's.
"Hey you," she spoke, her voice rough.
"Molly," he began, "I thought I was going to lose you."
"It's gonna take more than that to get rid of me," she smirked.
"I don't want to get rid of you," he told her in all seriousness. She was a bit groggy from the anaesthetic.
"To think you were worried about a criminal getting to me; turns out as normal as a car accident," Molly remarked. His face was stricken with horror. "Sorry. Trying to make light of the situation."
"I know," Sherlock replied. He still had tears staining his cheeks.
"I love you, Sherlock," Molly said, lifting his hand to her lips, kissing his fingertips.
"I love you too, Molly. So very much, darling," he cried with relief. "I love you."