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Willow Watson looked down at her scuffed trainers as she swung her legs bag and forth whilst sitting of the uncomfortable plastic chair. The building reeked of disinfectant which assaulted her nose and everything was so bright that it hurt her eyes. John had received a call from Lestrade to tell him that Sherlock had been injured during a chase and had been rushed to hospital. Her Mum and Dad hadn't told her what had happened to her Uncle, but Willow knew that you had to be really, really sick to end up in hospital. She heard them say the word 'stabbed' and she knew that that was defiantly a bit not good. Her Dad had bought her a packet of polo's and a packet of strawberry laces for her to eat as they awaited news on her Uncle Lock's condition but she had soon grown bored of eating them normally and had now tied the polo's to the end of the strawberry lace's and was trying to eat the polo at the end without using her hands. Lots of the doctors and nurses that had walked by had smile in amusement at her as they watched the young girl attempt to eat the polo at the bottom.
"Eat it properly please, Willow." Her Mum warned her, not in the mood for her antics.
Willow huffed and pushed the sweets back into the packet because if she couldn't eat them like that, she wouldn't eat them at all.
She had just finished retying her shoelace when a doctor walked into the room and called out 'Sherlock Holmes'. Willow's head flew up and she quickly followed her parents through the labyrinth of corridors. The doctor began explaining what was wrong with her uncle but he used too many medical terms for Willow to be able to keep up with the conversation so she stood on her tiptoes in the attempt to look through the window into Sherlock's room. She was too small to see all the way in but she could just make out his curly hair against the paper white pillow.
The doctor walked away and Willow smiled; they could finally go and see him. Her smile quickly vanished when her Dad crouched down to her height and took her hands in his.
"Uncle Lock is going to be really tired when we go in there, Wills. He might not be exactly like the Uncle Lock you know but it's because he's been given a lot of medicine. He's hooked up to a lot of machines and they might seem a little scary but I promise he'll be okay. Just tell me and you don't have to go in." John slowly explained to the innocent child.
"I want to see him." Willow confirmed.
Besides, if she didn't visit him, he might get lonely and she couldn't have that. Her Dad nodded and stood back up before opening the door to let them in. Willow let her Um walk in first so that she could follow and John shut the door behind them.
Willow's dark blue eyes immediately went to her uncle who was lying in the hospital bed looking positively grey against the bright white of the bed sheets. He looked tired but he kept his eyes open and trained on the Watsons so that he did not fall asleep. John pulled up a seat beside Sherlock's bed at one side for Mary and at the other one for himself and Willow. She took his hand and sat down on the chair. It was ridiculous but she felt nervous. Her uncle was larger than life and now he was lying in front of her looking almost defeated; it sent chills down her spine. Willow vowed that she would never get stabbed.
"You shouldn't have gone in without backup." John scolded Sherlock.
"Save the lecture, Lestrade has told me this already." Sherlock replied, but his voice was quieter and lacked its usual authority and bite.
"Well, maybe you need to hear it again." John shot back, his voice dangerously calm.
Willow knew that voice. It was when her Dad was really mad but he was trying to stay calm. He used the same tone of voice with the self-service checkouts at Tesco.
"You don't look very well." Willow chimed in.
"Thanks, Wills." Sherlock smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Willow simply rolled her eyes and ran her nail along the grey clip attached to Sherlock's finger that had now captured her attention. She knew what they were for because she had a teacher training day once and had to go to her Dad's work where he had taught her loads of things. Mostly because she kept asking questions every five minutes.
"I don't think you should get stabbed again because it makes Mum and Dad worried and I can't visit your house because you'll be here." Willow explained to him, entertaining all the adults.
"Whatever you say, Miss Watson." Sherlock smiled.
Willow gave a contented nod and crossed her arms. Then her Dad began to lecture him again, supported by her Mum so she tuned out. She caught her uncle's eye and he smirked at her. He wasn't paying attention to them either.
"Yes, yes, yes, I promise to wait for back up next time." Sherlock repeated, waving his hand to brush the topic away.
John seemed satisfied with the answer and Willow passed Sherlock one of her strawberry lace and polo creations. He looked at her with confusion but she made him take it.
"I promise you'll like it." Willow assured him.
Whilst John signed various documents for Sherlock, Sherlock and Willow were having a race to see who could eat the polo at the end first.
"Honestly, you wouldn't have thought you'd have been stabbed a few hours ago." Mary commented, rolling her eyes.
Sherlock looked at her, only to look straight back at Willow as she flicked a polo in his face.
"Hey!"
"Willow, don't throw polo's at hospital patients." Mary told her off.
"But he's going to be in hospital foreveeeer." Willow complained.
"It's a week. " Mary corrected her.
"Like your child said, forever." Sherlock grumbled.
"Oh, shut up you've survived longer stays." John piped up, with a smile on his face.
Willow grinned as Sherlock mouthed 'forever' to her. She knew he was a bit of a drama queen, but she knew her life would be so much more boring without her intelligent but reckless uncle.
They stayed for another three hours and Willow had fallen asleep next to her sleeping Uncle. Her Mum carefully lifted her off of the bed and placed her back onto the floor.
"Someone's tired." Her Mum whispered.
"'m not." Willow mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Mary laughed at her and the Watson's quietly left Sherlock's hospital room to not wake up the recovering consulting detective.
"Are we coming back tomorrow?" Willow yawned as the cool breeze hit her as they walked out of the automatic door and into the car park.
"Of course, we can't have your Uncle Sherlock dying from boredom." John replied.
"I believe it's pronounce, Uncle Lock." Willow responded, grinning from ear to ear.
"Get in the car, you little rascal." Mary said, rolling her eyes once again.
Willow watched the hospital fade from her view and frowned. She might have to bring a teddy next time to give to Uncle Lock. She couldn't have him getting lonely.
A/N A longer chapter! Hope you all enjoyed it, please R&R :D
