Mycroft guessed this would happen, and after a strange thought process he dropped Sherlock on the ground and went after Luke. Because of his better judgement, he had brought a taser with him on his excursions. he stopped in his tracks and pulled it out of his rather large pocket, and shot Luke with the wires. His body jolted back, and he shook as he fell to the ground. Being a smaller man, and Mycroft happening to carry a larger voltage taser, he lay passed out on the ground. Mycroft grabbed the syringe, and dialed up the police force. When he made his way over to Sherlock, he was bleeding and still unconscious. Mycroft wanted to wait until he could have the medication analyzed, but there wasn't time; Sherlock's chest shot up abruptly, and his breathing slowed to a stop. His body shook, and whipped around hastily. Mycroft decided that Luke wouldn't have run off with it if it wasn't valuable, so he pinned Sherlock's neck and injected the large needle into his skin. When he pulled the needle out again, he attempted to hold him down so he would not hurt himself. After a few minutes, his body lie limp on the ground, lifeless it'd seem. "Come ON!" Mycroft said as he hit his phone against his knee. "You can't exactly twiddle your thumbs at a time like this eh brother?"
Soon, the ambulance and police force showed up, and took Sherlock's limp body onto a roll out stretcher. They also arrested Luke, though there was little resistance, saying he was still unconscious. Mycroft was worried, but he couldn't let it show, nothing had happened to the eyes of the people so it had to be that way for him as well.
When Sherlock awoke, he was in the hospital, but he wasn't as banged up as he'd expected. He had an IV, but it looked like just a small painkiller. "Well brother mine- It seems everything is okay now. You threw up quite a bit, on... Some nurses, but that's besides the point. There is someone here to see you. You'll be discharged later on but for now please rest." As Mycroft walked out, Sherlock saw a figure walk in. It was Molly, and she held herself high and beautiful. Sherlock could not deny this woman was a very large asset to him- both to his work and his way. Her eyes sparkled in every light and her hands were soft and delicate. Her smile had this explainable power to make a room seem brighter, and her presence made everything sparkle. His brain scrambled for a word to describe her, but it fumbled through every word he'd ever learned and still could not rest upon an adjective so fine. She sat down on the edge of his bed, and he moved over. She sat her purse on the ground and laid next to him. She put her hand into his and he slipped his fingers into hers. Her fingers fit perfectly between his, and her subtle pulse made his body warm with security. "That kiss, was the most wondrous thing I have ever done." She said, staring into his eyes. All he could see were the galaxies that were within hers. "I haven't ever felt this way." She followed. She laid her head against his shoulder. "I have been scared to tell you Sherlock, but I love you." he abruptly moved his head and kissed her on the top of her head. " I love you too." He replied. They fell asleep in each others embrace, feeling better than they ever had before.
The next day when Sherlock was discharged, he went home and saw a text from John.
"Sam is in full health and in good care; don't worry." - John
He took a deep breath or relief, and laid back on his couch. He dialed Molly.
"Are you busy tonight?"
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Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?
De Todo"Why didn't you tell me?" John said, a tear streaming down his face. "I could have helped." He said as he leaned in to hug Sherlock. But this time-Sherlock hugged back. ****WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING. SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Please do not do...
