Ok guys this will probably be the last chapter for a bit but hopefully not for too long. I have some ideas for where I'm going after this so once everything settles down I can get back to writing! What did you all think of Mycroft's parting line to Sherlock last chapter? It made me flinch just writing it but it was just so perfectly MYCROFT. And I give full credit to my friend Jessica for coming up with it!
So this chapter is short but at least answers some of your questions….hopefully. Enjoy!
The days started blending together. Every now and then Caitlin could register voices and see blurry faces, both familiar and strange before unconsciousness would pull her back into the darkness again.
"Sherlock, are you sure you should be playing that here? What if we start getting complaints?" John looked up from his chair.
"For your information I have actually been getting complements John. Either way I don't care."
Picking his bow back up Sherlock began to play his violin once more. Rolling his eyes John stood and said he was going for coffee even though he knew his words fell on deaf ears.
Looking down at Caitlin, Sherlock continued to play. Moving closer, he took a seat near the bed softening the volume of the song.
Music. That was the first thing that registered in Caitlin's mind. It was beautiful and could only be one person. She wanted to continue listening but she was so tired. As her eyelids fluttered Caitlin grumbled.
"Sherlock I'm exhausted. Do you have to play so early in the morning?"
Wincing when the violin came to a screeching stop Caitlin opened her eyes.
"You know I don't work till-" Caitlin cut herself off as she took in her surroundings. Horrible bright lights, the hums and beeps of machines she was apparently wired to, looking down she was wrapped in a hospital gown and plenty of gauze. It all came rushing back. The show, the kidnapping, the torture, the….
The machines stared to go crazy as Caitlin's heart began to race and she began hyperventilating. Wrapping her arms around herself she tried to curl into a ball but suddenly the music started again. This time the song was different. It was their song. It was…
Caitlin finally focused on the person sitting next to her bed. It was him. It was really-
"Sherlock…"
His name came out as a whisper as tears formed in her eyes. This couldn't be true but there he was, playing for her. His eyes were shining and his hands had started to shake. Caitlin let out a sob. The music had stopped again but this time it was because Sherlock was perched on the edge of the bed encircling Caitlin in his arms. She just continued to repeat his name over and over like a mantra as sobs wracked her body. Leaning forward, Sherlock placed a soft kiss to her forehead as a few tears he had been trying to hold back escaped.