Author's note : Next chapter ! I think we're close to the end, no ? :p So tell me what you think about it ;) DO REVIEWS ! Hahahaa ! Come on, enjoy lecturing !
When Molly heard the ambulance, she knew it was for Sherlock. She rushed to the emergencies and asked around what was going on. But the doctors clearly made her understand to wait, as the other ones were doing. She decided to end her shift before checking the intensive care. She had to give some analysis here though, so she had an alibi. She asked for Sherlock Holmes' room and said it was to take some blood taking he had made with a nurse. Apparently Molly didn't really lie because they were actually waiting for someone to take away that blood. When she had the room number, she knocked slightly, as everyone does in hospitals, and entered the room. The light was down and Molly had some difficulties to get to the bed. Her eyes used to darkness saw Sherlock's silhouette, completely asleep by the drugs. She sighed and downed the morphine. The pain woke Sherlock up after ten minutes.
« - Ah…, he said panting, whoever it is, thank you. »
Molly remained silent and took a seat next to him in the bed. Sherlock started to think. Rather light, light perfume, caring, timid, humble by its silence. « It » was a woman and certainly from the hospital. So for him, the only woman who would take that risk for him would be :
« - Molly Hooper… » he murmured in pain.
Molly upped a bit the morphine, but not enough for him to sleep.
« - You ran out of morphine ? » she finally joked in the dark room.
Sherlock's silhouette smiled and he turned to look at Molly's shinny eyes :
« - Massive internal blood-loss, he responded. And ran out of morphine. »
Molly giggled in the dark and got up from the bed. She went to the window, pushed the curtains and looked blankly at the outside. The ambulance's ballet was never stopping. She sighed and asked in a low serious voice :
« - Did you find him ? The one who shot you ? »
« - Yeah I…, answered casually Sherlock, kinda arranged things with her… Now it's to John to… »
« - Her ? asked Molly. I know it's not my business but…No no don't say a word, I know you wanna keep it secret… »
« - Yes, answered Sherlock in a whisper. That's why I know I can trust you for not speaking about it to anyone. Have you ever heard of Charles Augustus Magnussen ? »
« - Oh…Isn't he the one from the newspapers ? I don't read the ones he owns but I know he's close to some influent people in the country… Is he the case why you drowned into the drugs again ? You wanted to make the newspapers to tease his attention ? »
« - Exactly, said Sherlock. He's the master of blackmailing and that's why the woman who shot me wanted to kill him, because he had something on her she didn't want to be revealed. But she didn't know I would have come. We would have come, John and I. When she realized she could put John in great danger, she shot me. And if I survived, it's because she didn't do a headshot, and called immediately the ambulance. »
« - She…wanted to protect John, right ? deduced Molly, getting closer to the bed. C…Could she be…M…M…Mary ? »
« - Indeed… » answered Sherlock slowly taking Molly's hand in his.
She was shaking hard. She was afraid. No, not afraid, terrified. But he knew he has been right to trust her with that confidence.
« - Now, continued Sherlock, pulling her closer to him. She is one of her clients. I've got two clients against Magnussen, and when I met him at Baker Street, he was pretty…rude. I know what he is able to do, so as soon as I get out of here… »
Molly put softly her lips on his and put up the morphine. Sherlock deepened the kiss, putting a hand in her hair to get her face closer to his. When they broke appart, Sherlock looked at her in the eyes.
« - Strangely this is quite addictive when it's sincere. » he said smiling a bit.
« - What ? » smiled Molly.
« - Affection. » he whispered.
Then he slowly came back to sleep, the dose of morphine increasing as Molly turned it up. She got in the bed close to him and waited with him all night long. She hide when the nurse came to check and came back to the bed when she was out of the room. She waited for Sherlock to wake up. He was quite surprised to see her there and didn't not forget to mention it.
« - Listen, she said without taking his remark for something bad, you're here for a few months so errr try to think. Does John knows that Mary actually…shot you ? »
« - Yep. » said Sherlock with a popping « p ».
« - Ouch… » Molly replied.
« - Mmh, Sherlock said. You're right, I need to think… Need to be alone for that. »
« - Oh…, said Molly. Okay, I leave. So…I need to go work, hum, uh, see you ? »
« - Mmh… » nodded Sherlock, already in his Mind Palace.
Molly got discreetly out of the room and got back to the laboratory where tones of work was waiting for her. She, though, had a smile on her lips. Even if it was in his way, Sherlock Holmes loved her. And even if he didn't behave like a normal boyfriend, Molly didn't want him to change, because it was with this Sherlock Holmes she had fell in love.
Molly came back everyday she could, everyday it was possible to see Sherlock, even if it wasn't during the visit time. It wasn't regularly so Sherlock was always surprised of her coming.
« - I saw John today. » he said as she was entering the room during the night.
He had lowered the morphine by himself when he heard her soft and rapid footsteps. She approached timidly and took a seat next to him. He didn't make any move to her so she didn't either, thinking it wasn't really the moment.
« - And how was he ? » she asked carefully.
Sherlock sighed and looked away.
« - Fine. » he said.
« - Lie, cut Molly, tell me the truth. »
« - It would hurt his pride, no ? » asked Sherlock, turning to Molly.
« - Oh come on ! she said shaking her head. There are priorities in life, and protecting someone's pride isn't one ! At least for me so….tell me. Or I slap you. »
It was a joke of course, but Sherlock didn't get it and responded quickly :
« - He is devastated, he's just a shadow of himself. That's quite depressing when he comes to see me though. »
« - You know I wasn't really going to slap you ? » asked Molly in disbelief.
« - Really ? » asked Sherlock, raising his head.
Molly lifted her eyes to the ceiling and continued :
« - So…what are you going to do ? Because you're going to do something, no ? »
« - Yep, answered back Sherlock. John needs help but only himself can forgive to Mary. Mary though, can only be helped by me…and John if he forgives. »
« - Pass me the details, what's your plan ? » Molly said.
« - My parent's cottage, answered Sherlock caressing slightly her hand. They invited us - I mean Mycroft and I - for Christmas. I think about taking them there and accept the offer. Seeing my parents - the perfect couple according to everyone - they will obviously forgive each other. Then John and I make it to Appledore, where Magnussen hides every copy of his informations. We take the ones from Mary in exchange of…well if I tell you this now I'd be arrested for treason over my country so… »
Molly cut him into the flow of his words. She kissed him deeply and lost her hands in her curly hair. After a second of surprise, he responded to the kiss and pulled Molly closer. Molly broke the kiss and put her head against Sherlock's chest.
« - Please come back in one piece. This time I won't be there to bring you back to life. »