Sherlock slowly opened his eyes and groaned. The pain in his head was slowly fading, and his legs and arms felt like dead weights, but slowly and surely feeling was coming back to them. A face was hanging over him. John? No. It was Molly. Oh God did it have to be Molly? The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself in front of Molly. Exactly why, he didn't know, because there were no words in Sherlock's vocabulary for love.
20 minutes earlier
The big blue box wheezed into view in St Bart's morgue. John and the Doctor stumbled out, both carrying their respective persons.
"But it's bigger on the inside-" John was saying, but broke off when he saw where they were.
"The morgue! The morgue at St Barts. We've moved!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes, and heaved Sherlock onto one of the slabs.
"Put Clara over there" He instructed, pointing over to another slab. John gently laid Clara down, and stroked out a few errant views. Then he came to himself.
"We need to get her medical attention" he said, starting towards the door
"You're a doctor" said the Doctor as he hurried over to take John's place at Clara's side.
"I'll get Molly. She'll know what to do" John decided
The Doctor's head snapped up
"Molly? Molly who?"
"Molly hoo-" before John could finish his sentence, the woman herself came crashing through the double doors, red-faced and panting, like she was running for her life
"Oh John" she cried on surprise "I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry, I thought I heard-"she stopped abruptly when she saw the blue box. She started to walk towards it, as if she was hypnotised. She hadn't noticed the Doctor.
"Molly" he said she spun around
"Doctor? Is that really you?" she breathed
"Yes Molly. It's me. I-"
she suddenly flew across the room and slapped him hard around the face
"5 years!" she shouted punctuating each word with a slap. "5. Years. I've. Been. Stuck. Here! And now you turn up and-
She broke off, because John had grabbed her around the waist and dragged her back. She managed to break free, but instead of slapping the Doctor again she hugged him tight
"I've missed you so much Doctor" she whispered. John noticed it wasn't a romantic embrace; rather, it was like they were old friends.
"So you umm know him then" said John rather awkwardly.
"I used to travel with him. He promised him every star every planet" she smiled, reminiscing. "I was young, only in the middle of my degree. He took me to the ends of the universe and back. It was-"
her blissful memory trip ended in a scream she had just noticed Sherlock lying as still as death on an autopsy slab.
"Sherlock!"
She flew over to him all the while shouting "Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock!"
"Molly, Molly, its fine, he will be fine. He just needs rest, but he isn't going to get that if his Doctor is screaming in his ear" said the Doctor, practically.
"Now you can help me with Clara"
Molly's eyes narrowed. The Doctor seemed unfazed.
"Yes, Clara, she… travels with me now. She's been hurt. Please Molly"
Molly could never refuse her help, even if the person that needed the help was a rival.