The next hour or two was blur for Sherlock and John. Greg had decided he would drive the pair to meet Mycroft. When they pulled up outside the Accident and Emergency entrance of St Bart's, Sherlock's face was for once showing his true emotions. Sadness mixed with hope, fear with relief and nervous side by side with the hope of closure or peace. The trio walked in to find Mycroft sitting, in yet another custom made suit, on one of the chairs in the waiting area.
Mycroft read his brother like a book before speaking, "They're both alive Sherlock. They were involved in a car crash, in a taxi heading to Baker Street." Mycroft stopped to let his younger brother process what he had said before continuing, "Reyna's fine, few bruises and a sprained ankle but she'll heal. She's awake and kept asking me to get you."
Sherlock smiled, the love of his life was safe! But hold up, Mycroft didn't mention the youngest member of the Holmes family, "What about Ava? How's my daughter?" Mycroft decided to let his ice-man mask fall here "She's not doing as well. She's currently lost all movement in her legs, she'll be in a wheel chair for quite some time, maybe for the rest of her life."
Sherlock only nodded but it was evident to everyone he wasn't taking this well. It was at this point John decided to speak up, "Sherlock, go see Reyna, she was going to Baker Street, she must have wanted to see you. You wanted a second chance, well you might just get it." The consulting detective nodded and allowed Mycroft to guide him through the doors and to the cubicles.
They stopped outside the very end cubicle which had the curtain drawn shut. "Come in with me." Sherlock sounded so weak as she looked at the British Government, the doctor and the detective inspector. The three men nodded and Greg pulled back the curtain to reveal a woman in a top and leggings crying. Sherlock did the only thing he could, walk over, sit next to her and hug her close. "Reyna, it's okay, I'm here now. I know I've been an idiot in the past but I'm going to here if you want me to be." The woman looked up at Sherlock, her long brunette hair falling nicely on either side of her face, "I was scared, all I wanted to do was come and see you but a car, it came out of nowhere. Now Ava may not walk again, and I'm not allowed to see her, I'm her mother." She was obviously distraught and Sherlock noticed just how Reyna was leaning into him, looking for some comfort.
The three onlookers watched everything unfold before them and each one felt sorry for Reyna, Ava and Sherlock. Sherlock looked to his brother, "We need to see her. Ava will need us more than ever." Mycroft nodded, "Come on, let's see how she's doing." With that Reyna managed to stand, with support from Sherlock but just as she was heading out of the cubicle a senior doctor appeared, "Mrs Holmes, you need to rest, you have been injured and shouldn't be out of bed!" Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the fact Reyna kept her married everyone but he got a shock when it was join who piped up but it was only because the dear Dr Watson knew this other doctor from his army days, "Look here Jones, I don't believe that it is in your patients' best interest to be lying in a hospital bed, her daughter, as you know full well, is upstairs in a ward because she is paralysed. The longer Mrs Holmes is down here she is less likely to mentally heal due to the fact she is scared for her daughter! Any decent daughter would arrange an immediate visit." Dr Jones just nodded looking between his old captain and the rest of the group, "Good to see you too Watson, urgh god man, fine go up to ward 4c and its room 14 but please bring my patient back so I can discharge her properly." After a promise that Reyna would pop back later, the group of five made their way into the lift and up to see Ava.
They walked along the corridors and eventually found the right room. Reyna took a deep breath before opening the door.