It exists. This took SO MUCH TIME. I've been working on it since chapter 18 of New Beginnings, and only finished it ten minutes ago.

I miss the reviews. Should I carry on? Lots of read this, but not many comment… Makes me sad. And Adele sad. D'you know what she's like inside my head? SO ANNOYING. Be gla you don't have to live with her people. I want to kill her most days.

So, review I you like it, but most of all, enjoy!

Bye!

Adele could hear them. Or it. Or at least pretty much everything. To a certain extent. She could also hear the beeps of various machines. She struggled to open her eyes, but somehow managed. The room was very bright, and almost everything was coloured white. There was something soft behind her head, probably a pillow and it was warm. Very warm. Not summer warm, where nothing is comfortable, but cosy warm.

The room was actually pretty much how she had envisioned it. A hell of a lot of machines emitting various annoying noises. Adele decided that moving her head would not, at this point, be the most sensible option, and so resolved to allowing her eyes to flicker around. Unfortunately, this didn't gain her much information either.

Eliza's description had been right. The monitors, everything. Much better than Adele's imagination.

To add to the list of annoying occurrences, there was something under her nose. Testing herself, Adele raised her hand to take it off (which, thankfully, she could do), only to find Sherlock's hand closing around her wrist.

'Not on my watch.'

There was the pain shooting through her ribs, the dull ache in her arm (which made no sense what so ever) and the headache. Out of everything, that was the worst bit. The other stuff was bearable, but headaches were the worst force to contend with.

'What…? 'Lock?' Adele tried to focus on what was actually in front of her. Sherlock was there, but he was blurry. She was desperate to be able to twist the bracelet on her wrist, although she wasn't sure it was even there. Normally this would send her into a complete panic, but for all she knew it was there, but she couldn't see it.

'How're you feeling?'

There was now no concept of sensible answers from now on. Adele's brain had decided that it would say stupid and weird stuff, just because it could. 'Fluffy.'

Sherlock was clearly trying not to laugh at that. Adele scowled at him.

'You know what happened?'

Adele tried to think back. 'Hammet...'

Sherlock nodded. Adele couldn't actually remember much more, considering that one, she was obviously drugged up, even though it wasn't helping, and two, she was fighting just to stay awake.

'Where's my bracelet?'

'On your wrist. Where else would it be?'

'Can't see it, can I?'

Sherlock chuckled. 'Your friend came to see you, you know.'

'Hm? 'Liza?'

'Yeah. She was pretty upset. According to John.'

'John? Where's he-'

'Going mad with worry, I'll assure you. Flat's never quiet.'

Even Adele had to sort of laugh there. So many romantic undertones. She couldn't really think of much else to say. If she had enough energy, she would probably tell Sherlock to stop being an idiot and admit his love for John. Next time, maybe.

'I'm sorry, Ad.'

'Hm?'

'John told me everything I missed.'

'Doesn't matter.'

'It does. He told me that Lestrade found you in the roof.'

Ah. Didn't he know about that? Curse John and his memory.

'Yeah.'

'And I know about your wrists. It's a bit obvious, now.' Adele actually had to check her arms. The marks were still there, although they could probably be mistaken for pen. Unless Sherlock was there. Adele was surprised she'd hidden it for so long.

'Ages ago…'

'I don't care. Stop it. I'm not giving up just because you're half asleep.'

'You will.'

'Adele, I've had a lot of time to interrogate John. You have explaining to do.'

'Don't care. Want to-'

'You can't evade the topic forever. I'll just bring it up next week.'

'You do that.'

'I will. And I don't care how much you procrastinate. I've asked John-'

'John's told you stuff 'cos you've been going mental. Stop pretending you're devoid of emotion.' And there went pretty much most of her energy. It was sort of worth it, but still.

Sherlock chose to change the subject at this point. Idiot. 'You know how long you've been here?'

Adele shook her head. Ow.

'D'you know where you are?'

'Uh-huh.'

'Can you tell me?'

'Hospital?'

'Yes. You know why?'

'Shot. Hurts.'

'I know. It will for a while. I promise that it won't be for long.' Sherlock tried to smile. Although he didn't do a very good job.

''Lock?'

'Yeah?'

'Why'd he do it?'

Sherlock thought about it. When he finally decided on an answer, it didn't sound very sure. 'He's planning something. I don't know what.'

Adele nodded, making a mental note to find Hammet and shoot him next time she saw him.

'You need to sleep.'

'You always say that.'

'This time I mean it.'

'I hate you.'

'Of course you do. It's three in the morning and I think you'd probably be better off asking all this when you're not half asleep. So, you have a choice: Sleep, or I get morphine. And hallucinations.'

'I hate you so much.'

'And I will carry out the threat. This time.'

Adele shook her head. Even in this state, being stubborn was a second nature. 'Tell me. Now.'

'And throwing a strop isn't going to help. Adele, you of all people should take advantage of this situation.'

'Why?'

'Because you might actually get some sleep. Which you need.' Sherlock was now using the serious voice. Adele thought it was annoying when John used it, but now this?

'No I don't. I need to find out why I'm here, and I need to kill the person who did it.' And now her speech was slurred. This was one of the most annoying situations Adele had been stuck in. Sherlock shrugged.

'Give me one valid reason for me to tell you why you're here.' A light flickered somewhere, and Adele turned her head to investigate. In the second that she'd been distracted, she felt someone poke something into her arm. All of a sudden she felt incredibly sleepy, and realised what had happened. Where did he get morphine from anyway?

'I hate you.'

'That's not valid. I promise I'll tell you everything when you wake up.' He said softly, stroking her hair. 'But I want you to understand everything when I do. 'Kay?'

Adele nodded sleepily. 'Still hate you.'

'I know. I'm sorry, Ad. Really.'