Amy's POV

John returns as promised with a huge duffel bag of medical equipment and supplies. I uncross my arms and inch my leg towards him. As he cuts off the old bandage, his black eye becomes more prominent in my vision and I feel a rise of guilt. He begins to add a few stitches on to my barbed wire gash from before which sends another wave of pain down my body.

"I'm sorry for hitting you. I just didn't know if I could trust you."


The floorboards creak as I lurk outside Sherlock's room. I have too many questions rattling around my brain to sleep. I know he has the answers, but I don't want to wake him up. There's something about him… I should resent him. He put me in danger. He brought the armed men chasing him, my way. They gassed me and forced me in a hospital gown in a fake hospital wing.

However, I still find myself wobbling through the cracked door and entering his room. Through the aching pain in my leg, first thing I notice is his stillness of his body and the quiet huff of his light regular breathing. Before I look away I catch the fidget of his hands. It's different to his previous coke inducing shakes, it's more controlled. Almost as if he's flicking through something. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it. Instead I turn my attention to the walls that are dimly lit by the slanted lamp resting against it.

He doesn't have a lot. An exotic rug is stuck somehow attached to the front wall, overlapped slightly by the shelving unit that stacks thick books and encyclopaedia's. The books continue to pile up in stacks which get more and more haphazardly as they become closer to his bed. I manage, with a groan, to lean down and pick one at random and it's filled with scrawled writing around the text of the page. The darkness and the bad handwriting makes it nearly impossible to read. I put in back before I develop a migraine.

There's also a trunk full of science equipment and binders full of results that I don't understand. While I appreciate the complexities of science, I find it boring. I found everything boring these days. I catch his tall, black, metal framed wardrobe in the corner of my eye and I hoped this would peak my interest. I grab the handle's, but it won't budge.

Sherlock's POV

My body stiffens as I notice a presence within my dome of consciousness. The dragging of their left foot against the ground allows me to clearly identify the fact that it's Amy. I'm surprised she's awake and I can't help but be pleased that she is. Anyone else would have taken John's offer of sleeping pills and accepted his offer to sleep in his bed. Or would have fled. Got as far away from this mess as possible. But for some reason she wanted to stay.

I continue the filing of Mycroft's newest operatives responsible for putting us both in the hospital. Despite people's assumptions, I didn't have a photographic memory and I had to store the information I gathered about them before I forgot. I also thought it'd be more interesting to see what Amy gets up to when she's not being watched.

The rattle of the wardrobe snaps me out of the depth of my mind. The doors are glued shut after Mycroft's last raid. It's going to fall. I think but my adjusting to the surface takes longer than it normally does. She lifts her good leg under the wooden plank to give her leverage against the door. She yanks the door again in frustration and the weight of both the rocking wardrobe and the excessive weight on her injured leg is enough to send her flying backwards. She lets out a shriek.

I manage to grab the underarm of her shirt and the transfer of her weight pulls my shredded muscles. I ignore the pain as I lift her body towards my chest before the wardrobe topples over. It lands inches away from her narrow feet.

"Sherlock?" A panicked voice comes from the room across the hall.

I can feel the rapid heartbeat through the tight grip around her forearm that keep her from falling from the bed. Our heavy breaths echo the now silent room. I notice that her hands are still touching mine as she inches herself back on to the safety of the bed.

"Go back to sleep, John!"