"Thank God, I'm going home," Molly cheered to herself, as the doctor left her room. Being in this hospital bed was starting to drive her crazy. How did people spend months here? It was a miracle she still had her sanity.

Today had been quite an eventful day. Early this morning, John and Mary came to see her and they brought their precious Grace with them. The little girl was absolutely adorable, and Molly treasured any time she had with the little angel. Mary talked of milestones that Grace was hitting, while John talked of a variety of things. The morning was full and peaceful, and she didn't want it to end. It did end, however, with the arrival of Sherlock and another surprising visitor.

Greg Lestrade.

Molly could hardly believe the two walked in together. John and Mary were just as surprised and John made a comment about it. Sherlock responded in his usual fashion, with arrogance and a bit of disdain. Apparently, Lestrade had run into Sherlock outside of 221b and when he found out Sherlock was coming to see Molly, he hopped a ride with him. Listening to the two men bicker sent several small giggles from Molly, and every time she laughed, Sherlock scowled.

Now, it was well past dinner and the pace of the hospital was slowing down. She was grateful for the quiet, as it gave her some time to think about her current situation. The doctor had put it quite plainly. Molly should not – could not – leave this hospital without having someone to take care of her. Both her legs were healing well, but she had no way of getting around without help. She couldn't even make it up the stairs to her apartment. A couple of options flashed through her mind; none of which appealed to her. The first option include crashing at John and Mary's, but with a brand new baby, Molly didn't want to be a burden. The second option, well...that one she dreaded the most.

Stay with Sherlock.

Of course, Sherlock would need to offer first, but she was certain he would, and that is what frightened her. Sherlock was not exactly known for his bedside manner, or any manners for that matter. More than likely, he would forget he was even helping her, and she would be stuck with taking care of herself. A small chuckled escaped her lips as she thought of trying to do daily tasks like cooking and getting dressed, and Sherlock helping her.

"This is going to be a mess," She mumbled, looking toward the window.

Just as she let out a large sigh, she heard a small sound coming from her door. Looking over, Molly came face to face with an elderly gentleman. He was short, with an average build and stark white hair. His smile was warm and inviting, which caused Molly to smile involuntarily.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely.

"I apologize for intruding, Miss, but I heard your sigh out from the hallway," He said pausing, as if uncertain where to go from there. "Is everything all right?"

She smiled again. "Yes, everything is fine."

The lie slid out of her mouth like butter on a hot pan. Guilt touched her heart for not being honest with this sweet man, but she couldn't be honest; not with a total stranger. Molly would keep appearances for everyone, including strangers. However, as she waited for the man to leave, the guilt in her heart grew and she felt the truth coming out before she could stop herself.

"Actually, no, everything is not fine."

The man motioned to the chair beside her bed, seeking permission to sit down. When it was given, he sat down slowly and folded his hands in his lap. "Would you like to talk about it?"

With that, Molly allowed everything to flow out of her heart and mind. The nightmares of the accident; the uncertainty of her future; the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Everything that had built up in her heart since the beginning of her stay here. As she allowed the words to flow freely, the burden on her heart lifted. It was the most glorious feeling she ever experienced.

"That is a lot of grief for a young lady to bear, my dear." He said seriously.

"I know," Molly whispered. "But, who else can I talk to about all this? My friends have been through enough, and my parents are dead. I have no one."

"You have me."

The sincerity in his voice melted her heart. "Thank you, sir."

"You can call me, Pete."

"I'm Molly."

"It's nice to meet you, Molly." They remained silent for a few moments before the man began to talk again. What he said astounded her. He began to tell his own story, weaving the events of his life together into a beautiful tapestry. Pete had married his first girlfriend; two days after their wedding, his wife (Margaret) was murdered. Anger filled his heart and he tried to dull the pain in any way he could – drinking, gambling, drugs. You name, he tried. Finally, after his third hospital stay for an overdose, he found his hope.

"An elderly man came to me in the hospital, much like I am here with you. He told me his story and explained who changed his life. He found God. Or, to be more precise, God found him." He paused, assessing whether Molly would allow him to continue. When she smiled, he went on. "Matthew – that was his name – told me that there was someone out there that saw me, and loved me, despite my brokenness. And sweetheart, I was so broken. He explained that God sent his son Jesus into the world to save me from everything that was eating me alive. Jesus took my sin on himself, and was punished for it. He died, but didn't stay that way. Three days later he rose from the grave, and proved he would and did conquer everything to save me."

"I know the story," She said. "My parents brought me up in church. But I have never heard it quite like that. You make God sound so...loving and personal. As if he looks down here and sees me; truly sees me."

Pete smiled a smile that touched his eyes. "Oh, he sees you, darling. And he loves you, more than you can fathom. Give him your life – your grief, your uncertainty, your everything - and watch what he does. It will be beautiful."

Before Molly could comment, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. She tried with all her might to stay awake for this sweet man, but she just couldn't. The funny thing was she felt such peace in the presence of this man. And as she drifted off to sleep, she hoped he would stay forever, to tell her more about this God who loved her like the wind loves the rain.