Hospitals and home care

Dani woke to bright lights and blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Her mouth was dry and she felt seriously dehydrated. Her body ached and her mind raced, she remembered being at home with Adam. That's when it hit her, he had stabbed her. She moved her hand over the wound and grimaced at the contact. Lifting her head slightly to see her hand resting on a hospital gown.

She sighed, and brought her hand to her forehead. She had always hated hospitals.

Moving her head slightly to the open door, she could see three people standing talking.

She cleared her throat as loudly as she could and watched as they came into the room.

Sherlock followed closely by John and Lestrade. She noticed that Sherlock had dried up blood on his shirt and trousers. He smiled at her as he stood by her head.

He looked at the heart rate monitor before looking down at her.

The atmosphere was heavy so she spoke groggily "you look like someone just died." John and Lestrade both let out stiff laughs while Sherlock glared at them.

Lestrade spoke first "Do you remember what happened?"

"I'm guessing I was stabbed" she said sarcastically, Sherlock tense beside her and she sighed "cliff notes, I buzzed someone in thinking they were Sherlock and I got stabbed."

"Did you know the man that did it? Get a good look at their face?" Lestrade questioned.

"Yeah, it was a guy from my class. Adam Warner"

Sherlock turned away from her and looked at the badly decorated hospital wall. He was angry, she could tell by the way he brushed his hands through his hair.

"Do you know what motivation he could of had for attacking you?" Lestrade continued.

She nodded "he wanted me to be found, he wanted Sherlock to find me."

John tensed, looking at Sherlock who remain still.

She continued "he said that he loved me and when I said I didn't he went crazy"

"Has he ever threatened you or acted violent against you before?"

She thought back to her first night in Baker Street and how he pushed her then. "The other day, I woke up next to him and didn't know how I got there. Sherlock helped me throw him out."

"She has neglected to mention the reason why she doesn't recall him being in her bed that night." Sherlock interjected, still facing the wall "she was drugged."

"And raped" she said quickly, bowing her head to hide her ashamed facial expression.

Sherlock turned at that moment with a questioning look in his face.

"He talked about it before..." She explained. "He was also outside the apartment last night, he attacked me but nothing happened."

John spoke reassuringly "he'll be locked up for sure"

Lestrade nodded "I'll go and get him." He smiled at her "get some rest." She nodded at him.

John spoke his thoughts aloud "so this whole thing was because he loves you, lunacy."

"Love makes fools of us all" dani said softly.

Sherlock agreed "some more than others."

She let out a stifled laugh and sat up, struggling against the pain.

"What are you doing?" John asked alarmed.

"I'm going home" she said simply.

Sherlock moved to her side, his hand clasped firmly around her arm as he helped to pull her up.

"You can't be serious" John started, his face painted with worry "Sherlock, aren't you going to stop her?"

Sherlock looked blankly at John "I find it best not to argue with her." He picked his coat up off the chair and handed it to her. He draped it over her shoulders and hooked his arm around her waist (as support for her to walk).

"This is lunacy" John snapped "you were stabbed hours ago, had major surgery, you can't just leave, what happens if you collapse."

"I'm sure I will be fine, plus I have Sherlock to look after me and you. The pair of you are better than any of the doctors here."

He sighed and opened the door reluctantly.

221B had police tape across the doorway. They had managed to dodge the nurses on the way out of the hospital, the one problem they did encounter was a needy woman called Molly who was obviously in love with Sherlock. John talked to her while they escaped, he met them at the taxi and they were on their way.

With help from both John and Sherlock, Dani reached the top of the stairs without too much pain.

John set about cleaning the blood stained walls and floor while Sherlock took her to bed.

"Who was that girl then?" Dani asked casually as Sherlock looked through her draws for some pyjamas.

"What girl?" He said as he reached the top draw, he looked at the various different pieces of underwear and quickly closed the draw.

"The one at St. Barts, Molly" she answered quickly.

"Just a colleague" he said simply, pulling out a checked pair of pyjama bottom shorts and a white top.

"She's in love with you" dani blurted out as he walked towards her.

"I hadn't noticed" he deflected, holding the clothes up for approval, she nodded and gestured for him to untie her hospital gown.

She was on the edge of the bed and he shuffled behind her and started to untie her gown.

"She is head over heels in love with you and you haven't noticed?" She questioned raising her eyebrow.

"I noticed the physical signs, dilated pupils, racing pulse."

He always looked on things with an analytical viewpoint but he really didn't understand. "Has she ever asked you out?"

"No" he said simply and she slipped the gown of her shoulders, it landed on the floor. It took a moment for her to realise that she was naked, Sherlock Holmes was sitting in her bedroom and she was naked, she blushed. He put his arms round the sides of her body and held the top in front of her. She fought against the pain in her sides and pushed her arms into the top, followed by her head. Sherlock pulled it down her body slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered and blushed

"I'll put the shorts on." She said quickly, grabbing them from Sherlock. She pulled them on frantically and continued "has she ever asked you for coffee?"

He slid onto the edge of the bed, next to her. "Yes"

She laughed "that was her way of asking you on a date, not if you want coffee."

Sherlock looked puzzled and she spoke "there not the same thing?"

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders at her. They were inches apart from each other when John knocked on the door, they both adjusted her head to see him.

"I brought you some water and painkillers" he said softly.

"no painkillers" she said quickly.

John raised his eyebrow and Sherlock sighed "I can see your in pain" John started.

Sherlock interjected "she doesn't want painkillers, that's her choice not ours."

Dani smiled at him, thankful for his words, he knew she had drug related problems.

"I think I'm just going to get some rest" she said softly, pulling her feet onto the bed no under the covers.

Sherlock made no attempt to move, he just sat staring at her. "You should get dressed" she said looking at his blood stained clothes, he followed her eyesight but remained still.

Dani looked shocked "you're not staying in here."

"You could tear open your wound, struggle to breathe. There could be various complications and how would I know if I were downstairs?"

She was speechless, Sherlock was adamant about staying with her.

"Fine but please get out of those clothes; they're making me feel worse."

"Fine" he said like a child, storming out of the room and running down the stairs.

John smiled at her before leaving the room.

She fell asleep quickly, the events of the day catching up with her.