Touch Him = Death

Ch. 9

He hugged me gently and smiled. 

"I'm so glad you are okay. You really had us worried there." He said patting my hand. 

"Well it wouldn't be my first time going into the line of fire. Besides I couldn't just leave you two, you guys are far to exciting." I said with a smile. 

He gave a small chuckle. "Of course," He paused and and his smile disappeared as he got serious, "Sherlock was very worried, sometimes he acts like he doesn't care but he really truly does, and I do too. In these last few days we have become a close group and I couldn't bear to see you go so soon, so please just be careful." 

I gave him a stern look "I will be careful that's why I had my gun on me along with you two having a gun. I will always be careful with you two and I will protect you in every way I can." 

"You know that is not what I meant," He said," You may have to protect us but that does not mean you should die in doing so and besides-" 

I held up my hand to stop him, "I will protect you both in any way that I can, if that means dying then so be it. It is my job to protect you two, and not just cause Mycroft told me too, you are my friends, my only friends, and that is what friends do for each other." I said with a stubborn nod. 

He sighed shaking his head knowing that there was no use in arguing with me. 

"Thank you" he finally said. I smiled at him and grabbed his hand. 

"You're welcome." I said. 

Then He proceeded to fill me in with all that had happened. "Well," he started out," You have been out for two days and in those two days Sherlock, Mrs.Hudson, and I have been worried sick. Sherlock hasn't been home at all, in fact he only left this room once to go get food, and last night i went home to take a shower and a nap and grab some extra clothes for all of us. You had a bullet graze your left side. There was a little bit of remains which had to be surgically removed, but besides that, the bruises, and the cuts you are totally fine." He said with a gentle smile. 

Then Sherlock came back and Dr. Spencer came in after him. 

"Ahhh Addy what a pleasure it is to see you again." He said with a smile. Dr. Spencer was in his late sixties, he was super tall and skinny with glasses that rested on the tip of his nose and hair that was as white as snow. He was very nice and had already removed two bullets and a shard of glass from my body in the past so we knew each other pretty well. 

"Hi Doc how are you?" I asked with a bright smile. 

"Better than you." He joked," I see you have been at work again." 

"Gotta pay the bills somehow." I said with a shrug." Besides you get some good friends along the way, and there is never a dull moment."

"Wait so you guys know each other?" John asked.

"Obviously." Sherlock said under his breathe, but John and I heard it, and John gave him a glare.

"Yes sir," Dr. Spencer replied," this isn't Addy's first rodeo, which by the way I have some questions..."

I already knew these questions so I cut to the chase and just answered them all. "Pain level is a three, but with some drugs that should be taken care of, yes I have had some water, no I am not hungry, and no I am not tired. The worst pain is in my stomach where there is probably a bruise from some punches. Other than that I'm ready to get the hell outta here." I said with a thumbs up. 

Dr. Spencer wrote this all down and chuckled at the last part. "Okay sounds good oh and who will take care of you will you are home? I know Dr. Watson that you have work so I suppose that Mr. Holmes?"