Chapter five:
Sherlock hadn't moved from Sarah's bedside for a week. He would just sit there and watch as she didn't wake. He would talk to her sometimes, he knew she couldn't hear him but he thought maybe she could. "Hey Sherlock." Molly mumbled taking the seat on the other side of Sarah. Molly looked around awkwardly; she obviously was here because she felt obligated since Sarah was her friend. "Any change?"
"No."
"Weren't you here last time too?"
"Yes."
"Sherlock, when was the last time you where home?"
"A week…"
"The last time you slept?"
"Two"
"Sherlock," she walked around the bed to him "You need to take care of yourself!"
"I'm fine."
"I'm not saying go home. I
"'m saying take a nap!"
"But she'll"
"I'll wake you if anything changes."
"Fine!" he gave in and let himself relaxes.
Two days later Sherlock was still fitting beside Sarah. He was watching her and then she moved her head turned to the side and she smiled "Sarah?" he gasped. "Sher…" she moaned. Her eyes slowly fluttered open "I like your hair." She whispered then giggled. Sherlock's hair was a mess of tangles and curls. It had been a long time since he'd done anything with his hair. "How long have I been sleeping?" she slurred. "A week and two days." He smiled at her tiered face. Her brow furrowed "How long have you been here." She asked. He looked at his hands "A week and two days…"
She smiled sweetly and reached out for his hand "Thank you."
"No problem." He held her weak hand in his.
"I don't get it?"
"What?"
"People tell me you're a conceded, arrogant git. But here you are."
"Y-you're my friend." A blush spread across his cheeks
"Would you do this for John?"
"Would you for Lestrade?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Why am I different, because we're flat mates?"
"No… I've never felt- um…ah"
"Sherlock, come here."
"Huh?" he came closer. She grabbed the front of his button down, pulling his lips against hers.
THE END!