He won't miss me (sherlolly fanfic)

Chapter 6

After a sleepless night of doctors coming and out to check on Molly, she was discharged. She hadn't seen Sherlock or John yet because they were busy getting the house ready for her, or at least that's what Lestrade said.

"Heya Molly, I went to your apartment and packed you a bunch of clothes and your toothbrush" Lestrade said walking in with a large duffel bag on his shoulders.

"Oh thank you" Molly whispered. The sun was high as they exited the hospital, Molly had to squint her eyes and put her hand on her forehead as a visor. As they entered the car Lestrade gazed at her for a long time.

"Molly" he said in a sad voice. "I'm really sorry. I understand that your life seemed like it was falling apart but suicide is not the way to fix it." Molly just started playing with her hands and picking at her fingernails. Lestrade sighed "Do you still want to die? Do you still feel like that's the only way out?" Molly looked away out the window with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know" Those words sent a pain in Lestrade's chest. He was so afraid he might lose one of his closest friends. Although he decided the conversation probably wouldn't go anywhere, it was too soon for Molly and he understood. With a sigh he put the keys in. It was about a ten minute drive from the hospital to 221B, but it felt like a lifetime to Molly. London went by in slow motion. All the people going about their lives, all the little shops Molly thought she'd never see again after she jumped. They past the lab and she saw the broken window she had gone through was being replaced. She chuckled to herself. It was funny how her and Sherlock jumped off the same building and went through the same window.

"We are here Molly" Molly was snapped from her daze. She stared at the door, a weird feeling came over her and she didn't know what it was. Lestrade opened her door and let her out. Mrs. Hudson was waiting for them.

"Oh Molly it's good to see you again." She hugged Molly "well not under the circumstances I guess" she said more to herself than to Molly. Lestrade and Molly exchanged goodbyes, then Molly was left at the place that seemed to scare her the most. She walked up the steps to the main room to find John sitting in his chair. When he noticed her he instantly jumped up.

"Oh Molly! I didn't hear you come in. Uh well how are you?" Molly just half smiled. "Y-yes well you will be staying in Sherlock's room"

"What? Why? Where will Sherlock be sleeping" Molly started freaking out. John chuckled

"Don't worry Molly Sherlock doesn't sleep much and when he does he will sleep on the couch, it's just better you have the room that's down here cause we always have to be there you know.."

"Oh okay" Molly looked down at her feet. She wondered where Sherlock was, but then she heard the familiar voice.

"Ah Ms. Hooper your looking well" Sherlock claimed without even giving her a glance. He sat in his chair and picked up a newspaper.

"I should of stayed at the hospital" Molly mumbled to herself. She shuffled her way to Sherlock's room to get all her stuff situated. She noticed John following close behind her. "Can I help you John?"

"Well someone always has to be with you.." He said awkwardly while scratching his head.

"Oh, yeah"

"Anyway you can put your things in the drawer right over there. Oh and Sherlock made room in the closet for you."

"Alright"

The day past and John never left Molly's side. When she ate he was at the table, when she read he was in the chair next to her. She even had to keep the door open while she used the bathroom while John turned his head away. The day was gone and night came along with a very tired Molly. She got in bed and John sat in the chair by her bed reading. Soon she fell asleep.

"Molly.. Molly wake up" Molly woke to someone shaking her. She looked up. Sherlock's eyes showed concern and confusion. "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you but you appeared to be having a nightmare." He was right she had been having a night terror, the same one that she had in the hospital. She noticed John was gone. Sherlock and John had been taking shifts watching her.

"I need to uh, well I don't know" Molly said feeling defeated. Tears started rolling down her face. Sherlock sat next to her on the bed and wiped her tears.

"Molly I" He was cut off

"I need to shower or take a bath or something."

"Oh, yes okay" Sherlock said a bit surprised. "I'll go run the shower for you okay?" Molly just nodded in response. Sherlock ran the water taking extra time to make sure the water was the perfect temperature for Molly. He hated to see her cry. He felt like every tear that soaked her cheeks was his fault. All his fault..

Hello everyone or anyone reading I would just like to take a moment to apologize for the fact this fan-fiction is not edited and my grammar skills are not the best. I hope you at least like the story if you have come this far. (I also apologize for the short chapters I like to write everyday so new short chapters daily are better for me than long chapters once a week) and this is also written on my iPad sometimes when I don't have my laptop so that causes some problems sometimes.

Love ya
~Micky the unicorn