Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

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     The doctors and nurses tried stopping us from leaving and Sherlock waved them all away. I put my elbow on the arm of the chair and placed my head on my hand and watched put the windows we passed.

      I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep but I also wanted to hide away from the world. I wanted the looks of pity to stop. I wanted everyone to go back to not knowing about them.

      Mycroft met us at the door to the hospital and opened a door to the car we were riding home in. It was a government vehicle by the looks of it. It had dark bullet proof glass and was driven my a man a did not know the name of.

      Sherlock helped me into the car and took the seat beside me. The inside of the car was built like a limo. Mary and Kohn sat across from us and Mycroft sat closer to the exit. I sighed and placed my head against Sherlock's shoulder closing my eyes.

     I felt myself being moved to rest on his lap and I brought my legs up into the seats. I snuggled closer to him and his arm draped over my side. Careful of the bullet wound on my side. He played with my hair and I was pulled to sleep by the comfort of it.

The drive must not have been that long. When I woke up I was back in Sherlock's room. The door was cracked open and the smell of tea and eggs greeted me. I yawned no stretched what little of my body I could before calling for Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" It came out as more of a hoarse whisper than really a call for him but he heard me all the same and came into the room with a plate of eggs and bacon. Tea in his other hand.

"You slept through the night. It's about eight in the morning." He placed the tray down on my lap once I had sat up against the bed rest. He handed me the tea which I gladly took and blew on before sipping and handing it back to him. He placed it on the bedside table before sitting down.

"What? You're looking at me like I've lost my puppy." I took a bite of eggs and chew no sing slightly at the taste. They were amazing.

"Well in a way you did." He began. I shot him a glare that told him I didn't want to talk about this. He pressed the conversation more. "There is no news yet though Mycroft thinks he is getting close."

"I don't care Sherlock. Please just let me eat." I begged him. He wanted answers and I knew that but I didn't. I did not want answers because for all I knew then could be dead and I would rather not know.

"How long has it been? Since you saw them last." His words caused me to think a moment. If I had been locked up for around two years and I hadn't seen him for three years prior.

"About three years give or take." I said taking another bite of eggs. I popped some bacon into my mouth and gestures towards my tea which he handed me.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't. Don't do that. I don't want your pity or sympathy. I don't even want you empathy. Just drop it Sherlock."

I was stern and commanding in my words and if shit him up almost to well. I sighed and set my fork down.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want to talk about them. It's not exactly an easy topic. Can we talk about something else? Please?" I looked into his eyes. He had slept some and showered since the hospital which I was thankful for but he had yet to shave off the hair that was appearing on his chin.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"This." I ran my hand over his chin.

"You don't like it? I was thinking about keeping it. Growing it out a little. Getting the full red neck look."

I laughed so hard at this I almost spit and spilled my tea. My wound was seating with pain and I sucked in a breath. I handed Sherlock the tea back and moved my now finished food to a different part of the bed.

"No. God no. It's not staying. You look horrendous. Absolutely not." I smiled and shook my head. I was very set on this. The stubble made him look ten years older than he was. It made him seem like an old man. It was not a good look for him.

"Oh come on? You don't like it?" He crawled onto the bed and was above me now. Leaning his face closer and closer to mine. I squealed and tried to remove myself from him. I was trapped where I was and he laughed collapsing next to me. I slapped him chest.

"You are a horrible man." I joked as I pulled the covers up and around me. I wasn't going anywhere but this bed and the bathroom for a few days. Might as well get comfy.

"Yes but this horrible man is incredibly smart." He winked and did a weird eyebrow thing where he would raise one then the other so it looked like they were doing the wave.

"Oh god. Stop it. You look weird." He chuckled and moved to lay under the covers with me. He pulled me close to him. My head was lying on his chest my hand lying right above is heart. I felt his heart beat.

"Do you ever wonder?" I began to ask him. I didn't know where I was going with this. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different? You know if I hadn't tried to blow you up?"

"I don't. No. Thinking about the what if's puts cracks in my mind palace. I prefer to put the pieces together and make a puzzle." He rested his head on mine as I pondered his words. I wondered what he meant by it.

We sat like that for the rest of the morning. At noon he made lunch and brought some books in. I found Hamlet and began to read it for about the hundredth time. He chose one about chin solving and we cuddled together in his bed and read for the remainder of the afternoon.

When dinner rolled around a few people made their presence known to us. John and Mary hurriedly ran down the stairs. Sherlock jumped from the bed and helped me to the door.

The people who stood before me I never thought I would see again in a thousand years. My parents were at Sherlock Holmes door.