Sherlock - One shots || X Female

Take my hand pt. 2

⚠️Tw: a form of self harm, crying, panic attack, mention of scars⚠️

This one-shot contains the mention of a form of self-harm a bit more detailed than before. If you don't feel comfortable with it you can just stop (I'll mark the beginning)
I just want my readers to feel safe💗

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"Y/N?" Sherlock repeated and stood up. Slowly taking a few steps towards her.

"Hi." She said shy. "I don't follow you or something but I am clearly convinced that you are the only person who could help me right now.".

He nodded. "Sure, please, take a seat." He gestured her to sit down.

"Oh this is-." Sherlock totally forgot John was still here.
"Dr. Watson I know." She ended his sentecnce.

"Nice to meet you." John said giving her a smile.

"So Y/N, how can I help you?" Sherlock asked.

"Uhm today was the-," She stopped. "The-. Shit I'm not stupid I just panic give me a second." She laughed awkward. But the smile faded the minute she started pulling at her sleeves and her eyes wandering nervously through the room.

"Take your time." John said.
"Do you want him to leave?" Sherlock asked the same time John started talking.

She thought about it and nodded. "I'm sorry." She whispered as John stood up. "No worries." He answered nicely and closed the door.

A sigh of relief escaped her as Sherlock looked at her again.

Breath.

"I'm really sorry about that.".
"Don't be, it's alright." He assured her once again.

"So today?" He asked.

"Right, uhm today was the trail of my dad, he was acquitted, not guilty. But he is guilty, guilty of everything he was acused and even more. I- I lied for him, which was totally wrong but you don't know my father. You don't know what he is capable of, what he would do to me or anyone one who would cross his way in getting spoken free. I'm scared as hell and it's making me sick to-, I can't do this anymore. All the victims, all the innocent people it's not fair and me alone, I can't stop him. I can't prove he is guilty. And if we should prove that he is guilty, oh my, than I'm guilty too because I lied for him. We both end up in jail. Together. Well and my fate is it then to get murdered in some old and disgusting cell. I- I-" She told him, getting faster with every word she said, taking heavy breaths in-between until no full sentence came out of her.

"Y/N calm down." Sherlock looked at her worryingly.

He watched her getting up, walking up and down, not able to breath normally. She mumbled some things to herself, wiping the first tear away. Pulling on her clothes, she felt hot and cold at the same time. Her hand pressed to her chest and neck.

Sherlock stood up too, well knowing what was going on right now.
She turned abrupt at his movement. She faced him.

"Can you hold me, please." She said to him. "I- I'm having a panic attack right now, you surly-".

Talking while being short-winded was harder than someone would believe.

"Of course." He quickly replied and went over to her.
She watched every step he made, looking up to him as he carefully laid his arm around her upper back while the other one went around her waist. He placed his hands softly but still pressed her tighly against him. He felt her body trembling and her chest rising and falling fast against his torso.