Hey maybe I'll get a SAMFA for this :)
It was oddly warm. She didn't remember it being this warm in the room. Maybe it was the thermostat, a nurse would need to be called over to fix it. Molly opened her eyes sleepily and saw she was extremely close to Sherlock. He was awake and he had an arm wrapped around her waist. She knew he was aware of her waking. Molly went to say something but was stopped when a nurse walked into the room.
"Hello Mr. Holmes!" She said brightly causing Sherlock to inwardly grimace. The nurse looked over to Molly who was till snuggled next to him.
"Is this your girlfriend?" She asked. Molly blushed a deep scarlet and jumped up out his grasp.
"No! N-no I'm just a friend..." She decided to rush off to the bathroom and shut the door. Anyway she actually did need to use the restroom.
The nurse glanced at Sherlock with a smirk. "Really, who is she?"
Sherlock managed to look annoyed. "Like she said. Just a friend who's looking after me during my recovery."
The nurse- Angela. Her name tag said Angela he noticed- seemed unconvinced. She and closer to the bed and covered one side of the mouth with her hand.
"She likes you." Sherlock looked puzzled which caused the nurse to smile.
"She's Molly. We're just friends." The nurse shook her head and chuckled.
"Trust me I know that look. She has a lot of feeling for you." Sherlock nodded curtly considering the knowledge the nurse just gave him. Even though there was conclusive evidence to the nurses theory, he was still puzzled. Why would Molly find interest in him? He's only a burden to her, besides no one cares for a freakish drug addicted man like himself.
"I guess there is some conclusive evidence towards your theory." The nurse smiled and began to check his vitals. Molly came out shortly after still a little pink. She was fully dressed and she obviously did her hair and light makeup. He frowned, finding he liked her without makeup. Shaking off the thought he turned his thoughts back to nurse who was scribbling something down on her notepad. She looked up at him and smiled.
"We'll Mr. Holmes, I think we can let you go! I just need to talk to your doctor and fill out some paperwork. It'll be about two to three hours." Sherlock nodded, inwardly sneering at the nurses irritating cheerfulness. It wasn't like Molly's. Her gleeful attitude was comforting, but he didn't know why.
She like this book, granted it was rather intense content wise. But it was extremely well written.
"I actually enjoyed that book. Read it last year. Though the content is rather intense for someone like you." She sighed. His comment was rather harsh. But she knew he was just trying to start a conversation. His current behavior was rather odd lately, odd by him acting normally. Usually he could care less about her thoughts or desires. Maybe he was starting to warm up more to her. He was defiantly showing signs of it.
"I like it... It-It's different." She said not looking away from her book. Trying to seem like she wasn't interested in the conversation.
"I know your not reading Molly don't even try." She sighed and put down her book.
"Fine. Do you want to have a conversation? Because apparently you attempted to start one."
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Nothing to talk about." Molly shrugged and went back to her book.
"Molly?" She sighed irritated and looked up at him.
"What Sherlock?" She grimaced at her tone, it was harsh. Especially some he was gazing at her with sincerity.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable this morning." Molly smiled a little. He was actually being considerate of her.
"I- it's okay. Besides your going home tonight and I'll sleep on your couch. No more awkward situations." He nodded and she swore she saw a glint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Don't tell me Sherlock!" She said throwing the pillow she was holding at his head. He missed the pillow and it ended up hitting his face.
"Fine! Fine! I won't say anything!" Molly smiled and continued reading. Shortly after Sherlocks doctor walked in the room.
"Hello Mr. Holmes! If you could just sign this page right here you're free to go." Sherlock signed the page and hopped off the bed. He grabbed one of Molly's bags and headed the door ignoring her protests against him lifting things.
"Sherlock?"
"What." He said turning around and facing her.
"Uhm.. I can't cook anything." Oh that's right. The biohazards.
"Go ahead and clear out the kitchen. I was going to do anyway." She scoffed.
"No you weren't." He smirked but didn't reply.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired." Molly nodded while dumping a large platter of fungus into a garbage bag.
He cracked an eyelid and sniffed the air. It smelled amazing. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand, he realized it had been five hours since he fell asleep. More than usual.
Sherlock made his way to the kitchen and saw it was extremely clean and Molly was cooking some sort of pasta. It smelled amazing.
She heard his foot steps and smiled at him.
"I hope you like pasta and chicken. It was quick and easy so I decided to make it." Sherlock took a deep breath in.
"No I don't mind at all." She smiled and continued stirring.
"The kitchen wasn't as bad as I thought. Mostly just needed to be cleared out and washed down. I made a trip to Tesco and grabbed some food for your fridge and pantry."
When he opened the fridge, sure enough, there was plenty of food and drinks. He also noticed a hand floating in a jar. Sherlock grabbed it and stated into glass.
"Oh yeah! I thought you would want to keep at least one thing right now. So I grabbed some preservatives from the morgue while I was out." He smiled. The kitchen and shopping was more than enough. But this was extremely thoughtful of her.
"Thank you Molly. I appreciate that. I actually appreciate it alot." Molly blushed.
"Yeah... I thought you would." She smiled at Sherlock. There it was again, that warmth. It spread from his chest and made his whole body tingle. He was startled, it was pleasant but foreign. Sherlock replaced his smile with his usual bored facade.
"Yes well thank you for making me dinner. I am rather hungry." Her smiled faltered, she noticed the change of emotion. He was always so ignorant when it came to emotions and sentiment. Why couldn't he just give in? Turning back to the pasta she scooped it out and made him a bowl. After ten minuets of silence Sherlock finished eating the retired to his room, falling asleep again.
Molly cleaned up the kitchen from dinner and then decided to clean the cluttered living room. She started on the coffee table, finding multiple coffee mugs and plates that needed to be washed. After a few minuets of straightening she found a photograph. A middle aged couple stood next to each other, she assumed they were married because of the rings but as opposed to standing close they stood apart from each other. It almost looked like they were in a business relationship. On water side of the couple stood an older teenage boy and a younger boy. The younger was unmistakably Sherlock, with his messy mop of curls, lean figure and high cheekbones. He looked to be about ten years old...
"That's private. I didn't ask you to clean this room." Molly jumped. She was very startled even more so to see a rather angry Sherlock.
"I- I- I'm sorry... I just-"
"Shut up! Just be quiet!" Molly gasped and felt moisture building up in her eyes. Sherlock instantly felt a pang of guilt.
"Molly just..." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair feeling stuck.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled... I just don't approve of you going through my stuff. I'm sorry." Molly nodded and wiped her eyes letting out a little sniff.
"Okay. I'm sorry for going through your stuff..." Sherlock sighed.
"It's okay. I appreciate you cleaning up. I need it in this flat. It's awful in here." She smiled a little bit but it shifted into a big yawn. He could see the fatigue pulling at her eyes.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep." He nodded.
"Sleep in my bed. I'm not tired anymore." Thankfully she didn't argue. She just smiled and shuffled off to his room. After only a few minutes he could hear her heavy breathing in the other room, signaling that Molly was fast asleep.
Sherlock found his feet switch to autopilot making their way to his bedroom. He watched Molly's small frame move up and down with her breathing under the blanket. He remembered the warmth that spread through his body and sent tingles up his spine. It scared him but, he wanted to feel it again.
Maybe it could replace the drugs. Could it wipe his mind like the drugs did? Maybe it could be a replacement. He wouldn't have to rely on them anymore.
"It's only an experiment." He reassured himself while sliding into bed next to Molly. Hesitantly he wrapped an arm around her small waist and pulled her close. The warmth spread through his body. His mind calmed down. It didn't cease but it was less. Enough peace to allow him to sleep.
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-Skyler
