John's private room was starting to look more like a condensed version of their apartment as the days wore on and despite Sherlock bringing books and DVD's and countless other items – including their wedding photo – none of it was good enough to wake John.

Sherlock had been told countless times that John was off of any sedatives and now it was just up to him to open his eyes on his own. But that had been nearly a week ago and there was still no sign that John's eyes were going to open.

Countless people had come to see John, from their parents to people that Sherlock had met during his cases. Molly usually popped in during her break, but today something must have detained her. It wasn't until he returned from a forced break away from the room by one of John's more pushy nurses that Sherlock saw Molly leaving the room.

With a quick smile and a wave she headed off in the opposite direction, and Sherlock couldn't have been happier. Other than John, Molly seemed to be the only person to know when and when not to talk.

She was also the only person to remember to grab the only memento that John and Sherlock owned from a case. Draped over John's bed was a bright orange blanket.