Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Together, at last.

When everything was done, Molly and Sherlock headed home- having been fed by John and Mary.

"Darling" Molly started. " You didnt eat anything- are you alright?"

Sherlock looked to the ground, not wanting to answer. She looked away saddened, but continued to get ready for bed. When she returned,
He was lying on the couch, tiredness seeping through his eyes. She stopped and asked

"May I join you?"

Sherlock let a small smile creep through the barriers of his lips.

"Yes, but pardon me. I feel pretty bad."

Mary giggled and crawled in next to him, feeling his warmth against her.

"Are you alright darling?" she said, now also feeling him shaking.

Sherlock was hesitant to answer honestly, but also hesitant to lie.

"I'll be fine." He said, placing a gentle kiss on her forhead.

She was still worried, but she decided not to ask. Instead, she slipped into Sherlock's arms and accepted his cuddles. Soon, Molly dosed off in his arms, Leaving Sherlock to his thoughts.

After a few hours, Sherlock found himself panicking. His breathing picked up, though it was hard to get a breath in. He slipped up out of the grip of Molly, stirring her, and and paced the room, eventually melting to the floor. Molly woke up to see sherlock, his head rested beetween his knees. Her pity rose as well as her concern. She quickly texted John, before helping him.

"Darling-" she started, but was intrupted by Shrlock vomiting up stomach fluid. She rubbed his back as he brought his hands up to his ears and started shaking.

"I'm scared..." he whispered, letting himself lay on the floor.

"I know, I know." She said.

As he laid on the floor, he shook, and struggled to breathe. She rested her hand on his stomach and held his free hand with hers. As his eyes gradually closed, Molly tried her hardest to keep him awake.

"Darling, I love you, don't give up yet." She pleaded, diagnosing his Shock symptoms. As she talked, John walked in, calling an ambulance as soon as his eyes rested on the awful sight.

As they waited, they worked together to keep him warm and awake. Once the parmedics showed up, they backed away, watching his lame body being delt with. Soon, they left making John stay to keep an eye on him.

He laid on his bed, using his inhaler every now and then, but ultimitly improving by the second. Molly crawled in next to Sherlock, rubbing his shoulder until his eyes stayed closed. John felt awkward sitting there watching him, but did anyhow because of his concern.

The next morning, John nudged Molly, letting her know he was leaving. She nodded tiredly and slept next to sherlock, playing with his hair. When he woke up, he laid there scared, and Molly could see it.

"Breathe please- we can talk about something..."

Sherlock nodded and hugged her as they spoke.

She pulled up wedding venues on her phone, showing him each one she liked.
After turning down many venues, Sherlock had a wild idea.