Hello, my beautiful readers. John is still in the hospital and Molly came to visit. Sherlock is there of course. The idea for this chapter comes from Whenthebirddies' suggestion. I always appreciate your guys' thoughts and ideas! Keep them coming I will try to work them in somehow. Allons-y!
Molly walked into John's hospital room to see Sherlock sitting in a chair reading a book. He looked up from his book and smiled at Molly as he motioned for her sit next to him. Molly sat right next to him as he set down his book.
"John is asleep at the moment," Sherlock whispered as Molly looked over at John who was snoring softly.
"I can hear him," Molly said quietly as she could tell how Sherlock was in a much better mood now that John was recovering. "Have you eaten or sleep since John has been here?"
"Yes."
"Good. So is John completely asleep?" Molly hinted as Sherlock rolled his eyes not getting the hint.
"Obviously, he is …" Molly interrupted Sherlock by kissing him. Sherlock was taken aback for a second, but he let the kiss happen. Molly could not help herself as she found herself on Sherlock's lap. They kept kissing as John was slowly waking up. He heard a moan as he was just a little afraid to open his eye. He did and saw a sight he really did not want to see. Molly was on Sherlock's lap, snogging.
"Oh God, get a room," John croaked as he voice was not fully back. Molly squeaked as she jumped off Sherlock. Sherlock had no expression on his face while Molly was turning red with every passing second.
"Why would Molly and I need a room?" Sherlock asked as John pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Please don't," Molly pleaded with Sherlock as he ignored her and asked another question.
"What are you implying that Molly and I should get a separate room? Is it so we could…"
"Never mind Sherlock. Just drop it," John interrupted as Molly covered her blushing face.
"Fine. Now I guess you figured out that Molly and I are in a relationship," Sherlock said matter-of-factly as Molly looked at John sheepishly.
"Really? Because you two snogging in my room did not give me that impression," John sarcastically retorted.
"It has been going on for a while now."
"I got that impression as well."
"Then there is nothing further to discuss."
"I guess not," John said as Sherlock went back to reading and John turned on the telly. Sherlock gave a cross look at John as he just turned up the volume on the TV. Molly stood there confused at what just happened. John knew about them, but was not mad or happy, but completely indifferent. Molly pulled up a chair right next to John's bed.
"You do not seem surprised," Molly said to John as he just chuckled and winced a little.
"I had an idea about it," John admitted, "I am happy for the both of you."
Molly spent the rest of the day with Sherlock and John as they bickered about escape plans over texts since it became an issue for John to talk. Soon Molly had to leave and with a quick kiss with Sherlock and an annoyed sigh from John.
So John knows and had to witness that lol. The next story will be entirely text messages. Yay! Not that I do not enjoy writing stories, it is that I have missed the texts. Thank you for reading.