A/N
Okay I'm SO sorry but in the last Chapter I had MULTIPLE mistakes I was just rushing and wanted to make a fanfic but it is still not done. With this chapter I will TRY to not make so many mistakes. So ya I hope to like it ;) Also I do NOT own any of these characters ;)
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(Molly's POV)
I Molly Hooper. Caused this. I caused Sherlock Holmes to get shot. How could I have done this. Maybe if I were at least a couple of feet over it would miss him. Or would it? Was this intended to happen? Was this on purpose? Did Sherlock know this was going to happen? It didn't matter it's still my fault.
We were in the hospital. I sat next to him I stayed with him all night and all day. The doctor came in and said he looks fine, heart rate normal, breathing calming down, blood flowing. He's fine. But deep down I knew it wasn't fine. He could've died in my arms in that moment. I just sat there with my head in my arms almost crying and blaming myself. Then, I hear a mumble. It was Sherlock.
"Mmoollllyy..."
I then pick up my head and stand up hovering over him. My arms on either side of him and I stare at his closed eyes. "It's me Sherlock," I finally say as I feel relieved but still guilty.
"Molly...," he then says starting to open his eyes. they move back and forth at me. he was dialing down what I was thinking and feeling, like what he does on his cases. "Molly," he slurs. "It's not your fault...it came from a sniper it would've hit me anyway," he then raises his hand to my cheek.
All I can do is closes my eyes and look down. I hate seeing Sherlock in pain, which is quite rare. "Sherlock," I say in a wisp voice, "I-I--" I then get cut off as Sherlock pulls me in for a kiss. I return his action but softly. As his smooth lips against mine, my cheeks are feeling hot. I finally decide to enjoy the moment and close my eyes while my heart is about to pop out of my chest.
