A/N nice to have some more feedback from you lovely readers! the plot is about to thicken, though I'm curious nobody has picked up the clues yet! Who is the mysterious man? How is Sherlock going to react to molly being attacked? Time to find out more…
I still don't own these characters…:(
As she came round, she heard a bang as the surgery door swung open. Molly blinked sleepily till she saw black curls swarm her vision. Reaching out she tried to touch them before she yelped as pain shot through her wrist. She couldn't quite tell the voices apart or what they were saying, all she knew is one of them was extremely angry.
She blinked again several times to try and clear her vision when she felt someone touch her hand gently, enough that it wouldn't hurt it again.
"Molly"
She would know that baritone voice anywhere.
'She-Sherl-"
The chatter continued again, though two voices seemed extremely aggravated. Molly blinked again and tried to sit up right finally able to see where she was. The bright glare of the white around the hospital took a moment to let her eyes adjust. She winced when she looked down at her wrist which was now a violent shade of purple, before looking up and looking at the three people sat at her bedside.
John was standing indigently his hands clenched to fists at his side whilst Mary had a hand on his shoulder as if holding him back. In front of him was Sherlock who was standing directly at the foot of her bed, his pale complexion unnaturally red as he gave John a look that was in Molly's opinion worse than death.
Upon hearing her feeble attempt at talking, all three heads shot round and stared at her in her bed, John and Sherlock were both looking ashen faced whereas Mary rushed to her side sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Oh you didn't half give me a scare there Mols"
Molly looked at her her brow furrowed slightly. How had she ended up there? She had been walking to the surgery, when she had been stopped. The man! Molly's face must have paled as Mary suddenly shifted closer and put a reassuring hand on her leg, her heart monitor matching the pace of her racing heart.
"Molly, its fine, you're safe" Mary reassured her.
"We.. er.. well we saw the state of your wrist and brought you straight here, however when they heard you'd fainted and Mary said you hadn't been yourself the other night… Well they've done some tests"
Molly stared at John looking confused.
"Tests for what?"
Molly went to bring her fingers to her mouth but groaned slightly when she remembered it was her bad wrist.
"Oh you know, just the usuals, bloodwork and stuff"
Sherlock had been silent up until this point when he began to talk over John.
"which they shouldn't have done without express-"
"Sherlock. Not. Now."
The tone of John's voice was enough to stop the consulting detective who gave an over exaggerated sigh before sitting in a chair by the bed. The pause following the short outburst began to make Molly feel awkward, Mary noticed this and filled in the gaps.
"Sherlock doesn't think they should have taken blood without your consent, whereas John is looking at this from an entirely different point of view"
Molly nodded before finally deciding to explain.
"I was attacked on my way over to you… I must have exerted myself-"
"By who."
The murderous tone of Sherlock Holmes made the whole room feel colder, John looked confused whereas Mary couldn't look away.
"I.. I dont-"
"Did they hurt your wrist?"
"Yes… but"
"Was it a man?"
"I …"
"Oh will you PLEASE just spit it out"
Molly felt the same rage that she'd felt when he had returned.
"WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK!"
Her voice must have echoed further down the hospital corridors and she quickly thought bad for other patients who may have been sleeping.
"You do notcome into my room and start talking to me as if i am some precious client who is not talking to you fast enough. Do not insult my intelligence like that Sherlock."
Molly felt her inner goddess squeal slightly, nobody spoke to Sherlock Holmes like that. He had the grace to keep quiet, a slight blush raising from his cheeks. Before he could reply, the door flung open and a rather out of breath Tom stumbled into the room. He looked around the room panicked before he finally set eyes on Molly and rushed over to her bedside, grabbing at her bad hand making her squeak.
Even though he was quiet, Molly still heard Sherlock give a disgruntled whisper "Idiot"
"Oh gosh, Molly! Are you ok? What happened? I got a call, they told me you'd been hurt and I came as quick as I could…"
Molly couldn't help but smile, the poor man was flustered. She touched his cheek, ignoring the poisonous glare coming from Sherlock in the corner of the room. "Im fine" she reassured him, "I really am. Some guy just scared me a little bit and it freaked me out, I ran to the surgery and we both know my cardio is awful!" Tom chuckled at her response and kissed her softly. Molly felt her cheeks burn and couldn't meet anyone's gaze in the room.
A blessing in disguise knocked on the door, and John let her Doctor in. Seeing all of the people in the room, he demanded everyone leave apart from one person. John and Mary promised to return later after going home and showering, whereas Sherlock had refused to move. John finally dragged him out all the while angrily muttering under his breath, offering Molly, Tom and the Doctor an apologetic look.
Sherlock shrugged out of Johns and edged his way back to the bed, he took Molly's healthy hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked right at her and she could see the strain in his eyes, the true extent of how Sherlock had been coping became apparent when she saw the rings under his eyes, suggesting at least a week with little sleep.
Molly felt her stomach give a hideous twist as he suddenly let go of her hand as if she had burnt him, looked at Tom and gave him a nod before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Molly couldn't help but stare after him before remembering Tom was there. She smiled at him and shrugged at his confused look.
"This whole 'coming back from the dead' changed him slightly, he appreciates his friends more now" she offered with a smile. Tom looked as if he was going to reply, but was beaten to it by the doctor.
"Tell me Miss- my apologies, Doctor Hooper. Have you had any other fits of dizziness or fainted within the last few weeks"
Molly frowned slightly, the wine the other night.
"Yes actually, they've only been brief but have often ended with headaches"
The Doctor nodded slightly before looking through the chart again until a look of recognition crossed his face.
"We may need to run a few other tests Dr. Hooper"
"How come?!" Tom interjected, sounding panicked.
"Well it appears that your bloodwork had shown an increased amount of oestrogen in it."
Molly felt her stomach drop.
"Dr Hooper when was your last period"
Molly felt it drop further. It had been about 2 weeks before Sherlock had returned. Her heart felt tight in her chest and she couldn't breath. She took some deep breaths, her brain feverishly working out the maths.
"7 to 8 weeks ago." she answered, her throat dry.
"Have you been on any birth control?"
The questions kept coming after that, it all became a blur. Yes to this, no to that. How could she be so stupid. Tom had sat there the whole time, his grip on her hand getting tighter and tighter, as it did Molly felt her heart break a little bit more with each squeeze.
She did a urine sample, and within an hour, a lovely nurse came back to not only check on her wrist, but to say the words Molly knew had been coming hours previously.
"Congratulations Mr and Dr Hooper, it looks like you're pregnant."
Tom had burst into tears, he had hugged her and kissed her and talked non stop about how perfect this was. He talked about asking for leave from work so he could come and see her more often, about them officially moving in together. All the while, Molly had sat silently, her hand placed on her lower stomach her mind thinking about the piercing blue eyes she had been staring into earlier that day, and knowing that inside her, the same blue eyes would soon be there.
Tom had left later that night, after Molly had made him promise not to tell anyone. She needed some space and she couldn't stand staring at his extremely happy face for much longer. Once he had left, Molly was sat in her hospital bed and her mobile let out a ding.
Molly opened the message.
Who hurt you? -SH.
Her head hurt, a strange man had threatened her, she was in hospital after discovering she was pregnant from a night with a man who could barely look at her anymore and engaged to a man ho assumed the baby that was growing in her was theirs.
Molly burst into tears, throwing her phone back onto the side table. She wept until she physically couldn't anymore, and when she had sat staring at the foot of her bed. It was going to be a long night.