A/N: ok it is really short but it is something.

Chapter Eight: Aftermath

Pandemonium broke out on the walk. I heard the Inspector yelling to his men. "The shots came from the other building, get in there and take him down."

The officers outside pulled their side arms and took off running. A couple also came from in the station brandishing large shot guns and determined faces.

The movement around me brought me out of my stupor. I didn't know if Holmes was alive or not but I knew I needed to be at his side. "Let me go!" I yelled at the officer holding me down.

"It's not safe miss." He said back, struggling to keep a hold of me. It figured that I would be next to one of the few officers who knew that I was a girl. Unfortunately for him, I did not fight like a girl. I squirmed to get free and when that didn't work I did the only thing I knew would get me free, I threw my elbow back into his stomach, knocking the wind from him and causing him to release his hold on me.

I ran to Holmes and dropped to my knees at his side. His coat was covered in blood and his face was ghostly white.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, "It's all right Mikael. Just a shoulder wound, I'll live."

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling at least some of the dread go away. He tried to sit up, grimaced and laid back down breathing heavily. I pulled out my handkerchief and pressed it onto the wound. Holmes closed his eyes and his breath caught as I applied pressure.

Lestrade grabbed a couple of officers who were making their way outside "You two there, Come over here and give me a hand." They rushed over and helped to get Holmes off the ground.

"We need to get him to Charring cross." I heard Lestrade say, "Watson will fix him up." I stayed sitting on the ground as they moved Holmes to the carriage. Looking to my left I saw the other casualty of the day. Raymond lay dead three feet from me. The ground was covered in him and Holmes blood as well as a large splattering of what I soon discovered to be brain matter. I felt my stomach turn when I realized I could smell the death, I retched in front of God and half of Scotland Yard. Looking at my blood soaked hands caused me to retch a second time. By now, Lestrade had put Holmes in the carriage and he came for me. I was crawling away, trying to get the world to stop spinning when I heard him say that I should get in the carriage with Holmes now if I was going to go. I nodded and shakily stood up.

They had Holmes laying on the seat so I sat on the ground and kept pressure on his shoulder. It felt like forever before we got to the hospital. Someone must have ridden ahead because Watson was standing outside waiting for us when we arrived.

I stepped out of the carriage to be met by a worried Watson. "Miss Garrison, what happened. All I know is some officer comes running into the hospital saying that you are on your way and Holmes has been shot where is he? What happened?"

"He's in the carriage." I answered.

Watson rushed over to help the officer pull his friend out and onto a stretcher. They carried him inside and into a small room. I waited out in the hall knowing it would be best to leave Holmes to his friend's care.

After a while Watson come out to get me. "He is all patched up and resting for now. You can go see him if you would like just be quiet." I went in to the room and sat in the chair by the bed. He was sleeping and had a large bandage on his shoulder that just showed from the edge of the blanket. I know I should have been embarrassed as this meant he had no shirt on but I was just relieved to see he was all right. Keeping with the good doctor's orders to stay quiet I rested my head against the back of the chair and fell asleep.

I awoke a bit later to see Holmes watching me with a smirk on his face. "Enjoy your little nap Mikael?" He asked.

"I could ask the same of you Holmes." I retorted with a yawn.

"Well now that you are awake why don't you go find my things so we can get out of here. I am sure the good inspector needs help finding whoever was behind the shooting."

I hesitated not so sure that leaving was in the best interest of the patient but I was saved from having to refute this by the entrance of Watson.

"My dear Holmes as keen as you are for leaving this place I think you will find that I am keener to keep you here."

Holmes huffed and was about to tell the doctor what he thought of that but he was cut off.

"Now, now my friend you know the drill, just a couple of days here to be sure that no infection develops and to remind all the hospital staff of your inability to be a good patient."

Holmes merely scowled at his friend knowing that there was no use in fighting. In watching the interchange I was struck by the thought that if Holmes refused Watson would probably tie him to the bed.

Watson turned to me interrupting my musings with a stricture of my own.

"And you young lady should really think of returning home. By the look of you, you are also in need of some rest and if I know Holmes and his cases at all then you have been away from home for several days. Mrs. Hudson is probably about to send the hounds out after you." I grimaced myself at his advise causing him to burst out laughing. "The look of you two, ha, not pleased with either of the prospects."

I turned to Holmes, "How about next time I get shot and you go home to face my aunt."

"Agreed." Came the reply causing renewed laughter from Watson.

As I headed out to find a hansom that would take me home I had a return of my earlier musings. Only this time my aunt was tying me to the bed to ensure that I never left her sight.