Chapter 8
Molly had finished brushing her teeth and was ready to go to bed. She paused for a moment in front of the mirror, looking for some changes in her appearance. She decided that she looked and felt pretty good. She felt less tired, the nausea had stopped and her breasts were definitely bigger.
She sat on her bed and thought about the day. Mrs Hudson was an angel. Molly had lost both her grandmothers and she decided that she could be a perfect substitution one.
John had been a gentleman as always. She was glad he had accepted to come with her to the scan. She had felt a little awkward going to the first one by herself. The nurse had asked about the baby's father.
Sherlock…
She was trying to be strong, because now she had another human being to take care of. But her thoughts kept coming back to him.
She turned off the light and rested her head against the pillow. Then she closed her eyes and remembered that not so long ago he had been laying there close to her.
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It had all started shortly after the pool explosion.
Sherlock had been very lucky, even if he had some bad burns and cuts. He insisted to leave the hospital only three days after. But for John the situation was much more complicated.
He had lost a lot of blood and suffered a bad concussion. He had been in the coma for one week now. Sherlock was visiting him every day, pacing the hospital's corridor like a caged lion and harassing the doctors for some news.
In the confusion Moriarty had escaped. All those risks taken for nothing…
It was a Sunday night when he showed up at Molly's door.
Molly had been seated in front of her computer for the past twenty minutes, trying to find something to write. How could she explain that the innocent looking IT technician had turned out to be some kind of criminal mastermind?
Other men had certainly fooled her before, but it was the first time it led her to a full questioning by Scotland Yard. How did she manage to put herself in this situation? She was not stupid. But she could be too nice, always trying to see the good in people. Even when there was none.
This has to change. She had to stand up for herself now. Her eyes went back to the screen, the kitten was surely cute but she pressed delete. Nobody was reading her blog anyway.
She was about to turn on the TV when there was a knock at her door. It was 10 PM and she wasn't expecting anyone.
She opened; leaving the security chain attached, and got a bit of a shock.
"Sherlock ?"
"Obviously"
They hadn't seen each other since… the incident. She had thought about visiting him at the hospital but she didn't dare to.
"Listen, if it's about Jim… I mean Moriarty. I already told everything to the police. I'm so sorry; I swear I had no idea…"
"Of course you had no idea. Now open the door."
He sounded a bit on edge and for once he didn't try to charm his way in.
"Sorry, come in"
He entered the room and started undoing his scarf.
"What… can I do for you?"
"I'm bored. Can't stand my apartment anymore. Lestrade won't give me a case. Moriarty has vanished into air. John won't wake up. I want to smoke. And my bandages need changing ».
He was definitely on edge and she could see his hand slightly shaking.
"Ok… Well I think I can help at least for the last part. Hum you can sit over there", she said showing him a pink sofa. "I'm coming back, make yourself… at home".
She went to the bathroom to look for her first aid kit. She also needed to calm down because her heart was starting to beat like crazy. His presence always had this effect on her. Sherlock Holmes was here, in her apartment. And she was wearing this horrible sweatshirt. It was useless to change it now, he would notice. Breathe Molly, breathe.
"I'm waiting!"
God he was being his arrogant self again. She needed to stick to her resolutions. She was strong enough not to melt at his first eyelash bat.
She came out of the bathroom holding bandages and disinfectants.
"Well you know what, maybe you can do it yourself!" she answered with an irritated voice.
"Technically I can't. It's on my back."
She rolled her eyes and said: "Take off your jacket".
He complied and she came closer to sit behind him. What she saw made her jump a little bit. His shirt was soaked with blood.
"Sherlock, you should have come earlier!"
"I told you to hurry up!"
She sighted and closed her eyes.
"Ok, take off the shirt too and be careful".