Seeing Marion always helped Hayden for a little bit, but even her mild mannered elderly therapist couldn't make everything better.
The technique for keeping calm that Marion had taught her early in their sessions was not helping her right now.
Hayden gritted her teeth in frustration as yet another gunshot rang out in the quiet flat. She had yelled at Sherlock earlier in the morning but the young detective had ignored her. Hayden had resorted to calling Mrs. Hudson home, since the young woman herself could not make it up the stairs to beat some decency into Sherlock.
"Thank goodness," Hayden groaned in appreciation when she heard the elderly landlady rush up the stairs.
Hayden was still lying in her bed, having not had the need nor the energy to get herself ready for the day. She could faintly hear the sound of Mrs. Hudson yelling while she contemplated spending the entire day in her pajamas.
Her barely formed plans were thwarted when there was a knock on her front door.
"If it's Mrs. Hudson I'm in my room," Hayden yelled before sitting up in bed and pushing herself back so she could lean against the cushioned headboard.
"Hayden, dear, I'm going to head back out again. Let me know if you need anything," Mrs. Hudson said as she entered Hayden's room, "I can bring you some tea and food if you want to spend your day in bed. I know you've been through a lot recently."
"That would be lovely, Mrs. Hudson," Hayden grinned grateful for the kind woman who was her landlady.
"Of course, dear," Mrs. Hudson smiled, "you just go ahead and rest up."
"Thank you," Hayden said as Mrs. Hudson left the room.
Hayden grabbed the book on her end table and opened it up to the last page she had read. It had been a suggestion from Molly and while it wasn't her normal read she was finding it enjoyable.
Ten minutes later Mrs. Hudson came back with a plate of cucumber sandwiches which she sat on the table next to Hayden's bed before leaving. Hayden thanked her quietly before turning back to her book.
Twenty minutes after she had finished eating there was an explosion and Hayden felt the building shake and heard glasses fall. She set down her book with wide eyes after everything had settled, reached for her phone and quickly dialed Mycroft's number, even though she knew that Mycroft was likely already on his way over.