COD (Cause of Death): Unknown
Note: I was pleasantly surprised to see that all of you loved that this has turned into a Wholock. I had been building up to that scene with the Doctor for some time. Now it's time for so much more. I hope you like it.
Sixteen.
It took three days for Molly Hooper to be deemed physically fine to be ready to be discharged and allowed home. During those three days there had been a multitude of things that happened. Most she had heard about from the nurse who came in to change her fluids and take her vitals.
Most dealt with a ridiculous discussion between the Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade and the handsome Sherlock Holmes as she had called him. Molly had to hold herself back from laughing at the woman who was obviously very attracted to the only consulting detective. "Get in line, sweetie." The pathologist had wanted to tell her but she had other things to focus on.
More important things. Like her impending meeting with the raggedy Doctor man. He said so many things that were meant to be important. In a way she wanted to be valued in that retrospect but she didn't know if it was true. That was the only thing that was holding her back from going, well that and the man himself.
They hadn't seen nor spoken to each other really in awhile. She didn't know how long specifically nor what they could even say to each other. The fact that she might wait an even longer time both made her uneasy as well as made her curious about whether he would still wish to remember her.
There were too many unsolvable variables at the current moment. She had more questions than anything but she was feeling like she should just go. What would it hurt? From what he had said and what he didn't say she gathered she would be more help away from Sherlock Holmes for awhile.
She was important he said, she had figured that much from what Anya had told her. She too had been stricted to only divulge some information but maybe that was best. Molly would feel much better not knowing too much upfront.
On the third afternoon Sherlock Holmes found himself finally be allowed to enter the room his pathologist had been brought to three days ago. Lestrade had annoyed him by only say that Molly had needed her rest, she wouldn't get any with him around.
Three days was enough. Lestrade hadn't been able to keep him away longer than that. Not even the stupidest excuse could be made to keep Sherlock away when he was determined about something. He was determined to see Dr. Hooper and it had to be one of the most interesting things anyone had ever witnessed.
Upon getting inside the hospital room there almost was a panic by the head nurse whose name was Eve and her doctor, Max but it was quickly erased upon closer inspection by Sherlock. He had found something placed on her bed.
A piece of folded over paper with two letters scribbled on the center of it - SH.
He slowly flipped it up with a flick of his fingers and he read it quickly. They were back to this again. The mystery was back up and the not knowing on his part was back. He read it a second time before a few beeps were heard in the silent room. It was John's phone.
I'm sorry, Sherlock. Don't worry (not that you will) but I am fine. I'll come back when you really need me to.
xx Molly Hooper
John fumbled for his phone by the third beep and began opening the messages. Each were sent by the same number but it wasn't anyone he had in his phone. However it became clear by the third message who it was from. Molly.
I need you to watch after him as you've always done.
You'll hear from me but, there is one more thing I need you to do...
Sherlock's voice cut through as John was moving to the last message. "Who's texting you, John? Is it important?" Sherlock was staring at him blinking as if he had just noticed something odd.
John peered back to the newest message.
Lie to him. Lie, right now.
"Just Mary. She was wondering what I wanted for dinner." John managed a cheery smile as to go along with his facade.
"Oh. Alright. We best be off then. Molly's decided to check out early on her own. No need to send anyone looking. She's fine." John listened as his friend addressed the others in the room. There was something he could hear in the clipped tone of his baritone. Sherlock Holmes was disappointed.
John followed his friend out to the hallway. They stopped a little way down where the lift was located and stopped. "I'd like to join you and Mary for dinner if that is okay."
"I'll ask her right now. I don't think it should be much of a problem." The doctor reassured his friend as they got onto the lift.
Another beep came after he texted Mary. It wasn't his fiancée however but it was another woman.
Thank you, John. Delete these messages, I don't want anyone to find out nor do you need to get in a row with Mary. She's quite lovely.
"You can join us." John mumbled as they entered a cab and sighed. This wasn't over in the slightest, what was Molly up to now?
Hello. :) Well I'll be honest and say depending on what needs to happen in the next couple chapters the length will vary. I do hope you enjoy it. It may get confusing again but it'll all come out as usual.
Cool thing that happened to me last week. Miss Louise Brealey tweeted me. You all know she plays Molls on Sherlock and well she's an avid Sherlolly shipper if you weren't aware. She's really a lovely lady. So it made my day for her to reply to me. If you'd like to follow me on Twitter you can obviously. My username is just like my penname, daisherz365.
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