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Sherlock woke up with an intense headache. He opened his eyes to the blinding light as he had to close his eyes again to stop the pain. The room was spinning as the urge to vomit was palpable. Sherlock opened his eyes again to the light as the room was spinning at a more intense rate. Sherlock was so groggy that the events of last night were not coming to him. He started to text John to figure out what happened. Then all the events started to replay in his mind.
Getting drunk, being wrong about not being a lightweight, other embarrassing moments that Sherlock needed to delete and Molly. The alcohol let his emotions come forth and he just let it happen. Did he mean what he said? Of course. Would Molly believe him? That was a difficult question to answer.
Sherlock got over his dizziness and went into the kitchenette to drink some water. He got a glass and filled it with water. His vertigo came back as he clutched the counter so he would not fall. His head was relentlessly throbbing in pain as he heard a door shut. He turned around, but still had a good grip on the counter. Molly was in a fluffy pink dressing grown as she walked into the kitchenette. She looked beautiful in the morning light, thought Sherlock as she smiled at him.
"Good morning, I suspect you need these," Molly greeted as she handed Sherlock some migraine medication.
"Yes, umm thank you," Sherlock said as he took the pills and felt the awkwardness of the silence.
"Is your hangover bad?" Molly asked as she could see his tight grip on the counter.
"The vertigo is the most inconvenient symptom," Sherlock said as Molly bit her lip. She wanted to say something and Sherlock was desperate for her to ask it.
"You do remember everything that happened right?" Molly asked as Sherlock gave a small smile.
"Of course, unfortunately some of the memories I need to delete," Sherlock said as Molly frowned. Did he want to delete what he said?
"Oh, I guess so," Molly mumbled as she was about to leave the kitchenette, but Sherlock grabbed her hand and interlaced his finger with hers. He pulled her close to him as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Though I was drunk and my words slurred, I meant everything I said to you," Sherlock confessed as Molly leaned in and kissed him. It did not last long as Sherlock got dizzy again and almost fell over. Molly laughed as she led him to the couch.
They both sat down as Molly saw Sherlock's pain as he winced at the light and closed his eyes.
"Promise me that even when you are bored or in a bad mood, that you will not be so horrible. It really hurt what you said, Sherlock and I can't be with you if treat me like that," Molly said as Sherlock kept his eyes closed.
"I told you that I need you. I would not jeopardize our relationship. Not again," Sherlock said as his headache was getting worst. Molly knew that Sherlock need to go back to his flat and rest.
"I think I will call you a cab. We can talk later," Molly said as she kissed Sherlock's cheek.