Disclaimer: I still don't own Elementary… Yahda Yahda Yahda
Author's note: I am so sorry that it's been so long since I have updated. I was faced with some serious writer's block and had nothing. But as I was watching TV the whole story just popped in my head! I hope you all enjoy it. You've been so supportive. Thank you to everyone who has left reviews. Here's a recap because it's been so long.
It takes a total of 7 minutes for Watson's heart to start beating again. They load her into the ambulance and take her to NY General. I can't help but pace the waiting room. I vaguely remember Gregson trying to calm me down. But I tuned him out only wanting to hear from one person, the doctor. Every time the door opens I'm looking for him. Calculating how long the surgery would last, with or with out compilations. Then how long for the doctor to get washed up and finalize any results. Then the time required walking to the waiting room.
Finally the gray-haired doctor walked through the door and up to me and Gregson. The doctor had a grim look on his face and there were tight lines around his mouth and a crease between his eyebrows. "Mr. Holmes why don't you have a seat, I'm afraid I have some bad news…
Joan's POV
It's a strange sensation. I can feel my body pressing into the mattress and the tubes on my face and arms, but I feel like I'm flying. I remember being shot. Sherlock was there standing over me, pressing down on the wound, trying to save me. I wish I could tell him that I ok. My body doesn't hurt any more. Actually I feel kind of fuzzy. It feels good. I hear a door open and feet shuffle in. there's a movement to my right then it gets quiet. It stays quiet for a few minutes and just when I assume he has fallen asleep there is a quiet sob and two warm, slightly callused, hands wrap around one of mine. He starts to cry. I feel when he puts his forehead on our joined hands and squeezes my hand.
"Joan you must wake up." He mumbles into our hands in-between sobs. I want so desperately to reach out and tell him that I feel fine, that I am no longer in any pain.
"The doctor's are wrong." "You are going to be fine." "You have to be." "I can't live without you Joan, I love you." He really began to sob then. I could feel my heart breaking. He didn't deserve to feel this way. As good as I feel right now I make a promise to myself. I will wake up from this. I have to tell Sherlock I love him too. I hear the door open again and someone walks in. The steps are quiet but consistent, the doctor.
"I'm sorry Mr. Holmes but visiting hours are over, the nurses have to bathe Ms. Watson and prep her for her surgery to remove the rest of the bullet now that she is stable."
Sherlock lifts his head from our hands and asks the doctor in a broken, quiet voice, "How long is this surgery going to take?"
"We expect it to last three to three and a half hours."
"Can I come back in after you're done?"
I can hear the doctor about to give him the you should go home and get rest and come back in the morning speech that I gave so many times but he stops himself. The look on Sherlock's face must be so broken.
"I'll tell the nurses to come get you out the waiting room when we finish." "You can stay the night if you stay out of the nurse's way."
Sherlock must have nodded his reply because I didn't hear is answer. The doctor walks back out of the room and Sherlock stands. I want so bad to tell him not to go, to stay with me and never leave. I feel the bed dip as he sits on its side. He leans over and kisses my forehead. "I will see you soon my dear Watson." He kisses my hand before he softly places it back on the bed. The second he moves away I miss his warmth. He shuffles out of the room and I hear two nurses come in and I drift back off until their voices become a faint buzz in the back ground.
Sherlock POV
From the window in the waiting room I see the short lady in the too-bright pink scrubs wheel the most valuable thing on earth in to a room with bright lights and people with white masks over their faces, but too soon she is out of my sight and the doors close. I have to find something to occupy my time for three hours so I don't loose my mind. I start by walking down to the cafeteria. I grab a tray and stand in a line with people who look as if their day is going as bad as mine. I grab some food and pay the woman in the front.
I move to an empty table and eat the food. It has no taste, no smell, no anything. The noise of the people around me dies out and there is nothing. I look over to the clock on the wall and the hands slow to a complete stop. Something is wrong. The lighting in the room becomes dim and I begin to lose feeling in my legs. I blink and I am on the floor of the cafeteria. All I see is people standing around me and some lady with bright scrubs is trying to talk to me. I can't hear anything. Her mouth is moving but no sound is coming out. I try to sit up but she pushes me back down and speaks to someone over her shoulder. My eyes roll back in my head and just before the darkness closes around me I think of Joan.
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