Anonymous Prompt: Sherlock is drugged and confesses his feelings for Molly. This is actually one of my favorite prompt fills that I've done. I hope you guys like it as well!
Molly Hooper slammed through the doors into the waiting room, looking around frantically before spotting John Watson. The man sat in an uncomfortable, generic hospital chair, head in his hands.
He looked up as she called his name, and he stood when he saw her terrified face. "I came as soon as I received your text. Where is Sherlock? Is he going to be okay?!"
John put a comforting arm around the trembling woman. "He's pretty beat up and needed a few stitches. The doctor said he should be fine but wanted to keep him overnight to make sure there aren't any complications."
John watched Molly visibly relax at his words. "So, what happened?" she questioned.
"Evidently, he was accosted by a group of drug traffickers who wanted to find out what he had discovered about their ring. When physical harm didn't work, they dosed him with a non-fatal amount of sodium thiopental. He's sleeping it off now."
"Truth serum?" He bobbed his head in reply, but before he could elaborate, a blonde nurse stepped into the waiting room.
"Molly Hooper?" she called, searching the nearly empty room. Molly quickly raised her hand to catch the woman's attention.
"The patient in room 304 keeps asking for you. Please come with me." She shared a perplexed look with John before following.
The sight of Sherlock lying nearly motionless on a bed, in sterile, all-white hospital room broke her heart. She was painfully reminded of other, similar visits to rooms identical to this one when her father was sick.
As she moved closer to the detective, she saw his eyes sluggishly drift over her. He reached out a hand when she was close enough and pulled her the final distance to his side. He gazed up at her, a goofy smile decorating his usually stoic face. "Molly!" he murmured childishly, squeezing her hand in acknowledgment. "You're here!"
She returned his smile with a soft one of her own before checking his vitals on the monitor to her right. He tugged her hand when he realized he no longer had her full attention. "Molly, I have to tell you something."
She patted his arm with her free hand in a gesture of encouragement. "I'm listening, Sherlock."
"I wanted you to know that I think you are really pretty with your hair down. Well, you look beautiful however you wear your hair, but I prefer it that way. And I don't believe your mouth and breasts are too small. They are perfect. You are perfect, Molly Hooper," he confessed happily, still wearing that ridiculous smirk. He closed his eyes at that, and she thought he had fallen asleep before he spoke again. "Will you stay with me?"
His words touched her in a way only Sherlock's could, and she nodded in agreement. "Of course, Sherlock. I'll stay as long as you want." She pulled the chair close enough so that she could take his hand once more.
"Is forever all right with you?" he mumbled before finally giving into his body's need for respite. Perhaps hospitals aren't so bad after all, she thought to herself and drifted off to sleep herself.
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