I really hope you like this chapter. I truly love this chapter. I do know Sherlock is a little OOC but other than that I think its great! Thanks to GotHimASandwich. That was a really nice review! And thanks to all who favorite and followed this story. It really makes me happy! R&R Please and thanks! This story is also on Archive of Our Own under my other account by the same name. There are more chapters up with that one but don't read ahead! Could be dangerous.
Molly's eyes fluttered open. Her head was in so much pain and her back felt like someone had carved her back. She tried to sit up but her body wouldn't move. She moaned and looked to her right. She saw her mum standing by her side. "Mummy, is that you?" Her eyes hurt so bad and all she wanted to do was close them and go to sleep. She saw movement over by the window, just past her mum. He was there. Standing at the window, staring at her.
Her mum moved fast out of her vision into the hallway, screaming for a nurse. Sherlock moved over to the vacated spot by her bed. His eyes were full of worry and compassion, emotions Molly had only seen on his face once before. His hand went to hers at her side. She tried to grasp his hand but she couldn't move her hand at all. This was starting to scare her. No motor functions. She must have been hit hard. Wait... She had been hit in the back of the head. She was going to tell Sherlock that she... Oh No! Where was the note! She had to find it. She began to sit up, but once again she couldn't move.
"Sherlock... I can't move. Sherlock..." She whispered. Sherlock's face fell and he stood up quickly.
Molly's mom was bounding back into the room followed by two nurses. One she recognized as Mary. Her partner in crime. Her best friend. She tried to call out to Mary but no words were coming out. She felt a warm liquid drip down her face from her nose. God she was bleeding. Her eyes began to close and her body felt heavy. She knew what was happening but she didn't want it to end like this. She had some sort of intracranial pressure. She knew she needed to keep breathing or bad things would happen. She forced herself to intake breath and let it out slowly, each breath becoming more painful than the last. She could vaguely hear to very distinct voices calling out to the nursing crew on what was to be done. Her mother, a neurologist who lost someone on the table at the age of 30, and Sherlock, who knew more than he probably should. They were both shouting the same things as if there brains were connected. Her mum's voice was slowly faltering as she heard long beeps coming across the monitor. Sherlock's voice stopped altogether. She needed him to say something or she was going to let go. It hurt too much to breath. She needed just something she could hold on to.
I Love You Molly Hooper
Sherlock's deep baritone filled her mind. Had she died and gone to heaven? She felt a push on her chest and a bright light flashed before her eyes. She heard Mary's strained voice yelling for an oxygen mask and she felt something pressed over her mouth. Her eyes opened and she could see four, no three nurses and Sherlock standing over her. Her breath was less painful and she could feel her toes. She wiggled them and smiled, well kind of smiled. Mary squealed and let a couple of tears fall. She was alive. Alive because of Sherlock Holmes.