First things first. Want to apologise for so many mistakes, it makes my soul cringe. And shout outs, these two people suggested a story to me and I might consider writing it and just wanna give 'em credit; @lauraleisong @anniegg523 and now you may proceed.
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Sherlock's POV
I held her in my arms, tightly.
I was not going to let her go. This is my Molly Hooper. I didn't want anything to happen to her but here she is in my arms bleeding.
I couldn't hand her to John. I couldn't let her go. If I did, she wouldn't feel secure, also because John couldn't do anything to her without medical supplies.
"Can you go any faster?!" I nearly shouted at the cab driver.
I then felt the car's movement accelerate. It then soon came to a halt.
Once it did I immediately opened the door and ran into the hospital.
"I need a doctor to take care of a beaten and shot patient. Directly in the abdomen, punctured her liver and is in various levels of pain." I said directly to a nurse who was passing by. She then nodded and started speed walking. Not running as Molly Hooper was bleeding in my arms.
Useless people. I thought to myself.
I roll my eyes and go to where the nurse was planning to go and barge in the room. There was a doctor with a clipboard doing nothing and was surprised to see me.
"Get your bloody self into the ER and help her or, Christ save me I will-"
"Okay okay okay!" The doctor stopped me before I finished and then he actually rushes to the ER.
[not sure what it's called in Britain, once again my apologies-I'm just an American idiot]
They then take Molly from me. Not easily. I argue with them for a while to let me in but they wouldn't, I don't know why. I'm the closest thing to family she has.
I pace up and down the hallways of the hospital. John trying to reassure me that she'll be okay. I know that, yet he doesn't know that I'm infuriated that Moriarty hurt Molly and got close enough to beat her.
I will kill Moriarty.
Promptly two hours later they allowed me to visit her. John decided to let us have some alone time then he'll come later.
She was laying there motionless but awake. She was staring at the ceiling.
"Molly," I spoke clearly when I entered the room. Her head popped up and looked at me with a smile.
"Hello Sherlock," she was still bruised in the face and with the hospital robe, her bruises on her arms were visible. This made me more pissed than I already was but I managed to hold it in for Molly. I walked calmly over to her and tried my best to give a smile.
Molly laughed quietly. "Sherlock, you don't have to smile if you don't want to."
"I do want to smile. I want to smile for you. It keeps you calm and always puts you at a more ease in the roughest days. Even though you think I don't notice you or if I don't smile for you. I do. And it alway eases you. So I'm smiling for you."
Molly just looked up. Not really smiling by she wasn't, not smiling because she was hurt, it was because she was touched. "Sherlock..."
What do I do?
"Yes?"
She laughed more but winced slightly and lightly held her abdomen.
I will kill Moriarty.
"Damn these doctors. How do they have a diploma yet can't take care of-"
"Sherlock," she placed her hand on mine just as I was about to do what was needed, fix her up correctly. "I'll be fine. Please. Just, talk with me. Don't be that Sherlock. Be my Sherlock."
I sighed slightly and nodded. She let go of my hand and I pulled up a chair. The doctor's chair to be specific. I just wanted to tick them off when they come in again.
"Okay." I tried my best not to go over every detail of her body that the robes covered but I knew what laid under and I tried not to think about it. Molly didn't want me to so I shouldn't. I locked my eyes on her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes. Then her cheeks turned red. I couldn't help but grin. She was thinking about me.
"Stop it, Sherlock!"
I laughed as she said so and tried covering her cheeks but I got up and took her hands off her cheeks, which were a deeper red. I leaned in and did what she thought of.
Her lips were so soft and perfect. They were the only pair I would want against mine.
"My dearest Molly..." I said quietly as I continued to make contact with her lips but only softly. Only to ease her. Only to ease My Molly.
|AN: I know you don't wanna hear this but shut the frick up and listen. So I have a very stressful and busy life (yea shocker I actually have a life) marching band has consumed it as well as church but I'll try my best to update. Maybe this weekend so yea. THERE IS HOPE! Thank you by the way for your votes, coments, and your freaking reads it makes my life.|
