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Sherlock stared at the note in his hands. He didn't understand how three simple words could make his heart stop. He closed his eyes and ran to his mind palace. He stood in the hallway, leading to his emotions. The door was usually locked, but today the door was inappreciably open. Just enough so that he could peak in. He looked through the door and saw two pale legs hanging off the edge off of a couch. Obviously a pair of woman's legs. Her hips were covered by the edge of a purple shirt. His purple shirt. He knew it because it was Molly's favo... The door shut with a resounding thump. His eyes opened as if someone had slapped him in the face. He stared into the blue eyes of the nurse who had taken Molly. Mary was her name. Then he realized she had slapped him.
"What the hell are you doing out here? And how the hell did this happen to Mousy Molly? You have some explaining to do Mr. Holmes?" She sat down with a humph in the chair next to him. He just stared at her in exasperation. He opened his mouth to say something but was interupted by John's heavy footsteps. He stood up and looked to him.
"Sherlock? What the... Apparently I am Molly's emergency contact. Why are you here?"
He stopped and looked at Sherlock for awhile. "John. I was the person that found Molly. Judging by your expression you were not told the details of Molly's 'accident' persay. I found Molly barely breathing in the morgue. The letters I.O.U. were written in her back by a four... no five inch blade. She had suffered extreme head trauma and by the look on Mary Morstan's face, Molly is in an induced coma. Now, John, what was your other question? Oh yes. Why am I still here? Yes, I know you didn't say it but your questioning eyebrows lead me to infer. I am still here because I owe her this much. It is my fault that she is in this predicament in the first place. And this." He held out the faded paper. John took it out of his hand and stared at it. He blinked a couple of times then looked at Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Did you find this with Molly?" Sherlock nodded. "And..." Sherlock looked scared. John finally understood. Molly loved Sherlock. Sherlock felt responsibility for Molly. Sherlock had to be confusing the feelings with... Then he saw his eyes. The hazy blue was tired. The crinkles under his eyes were more defined. Sherlock's hands shook. His hands never shook. Molly was unleashing feelings in the callous detective. Molly meant something to him. And not just as someone who he could simply used. Her almost death had changed the detective.
John looked over to see a curious blonde haired woman staring at him. She was beautiful. He had never seen someone so angelic in his whole entire life. The way her eyes turned up at the corners, and her eyebrows wound together in worry. Her lips were a pale pink and her eyes were tired but she was stunning. He walked over to her and took her hand, "Hi, my name is John. I was called by someone. I am here for Molly Hooper."
She grasped his hand tightly and said, "Mary. That was me on the phone. Yes, you were her emergency contact. However, her mother has showed up, quite stewed. She is in there with Molly now. You do not have to stay." She leaned in a little closer, "and take that blasted Holmes with you as well." She turned and walked away. John watched her sashay back to the double doors, heading towards Molly's room. John turned to his friend, only to find him heading towards the doors that Mary had just pushed through. That man was a bloody idiot.