Another Cinderella Story (Sherlock fanfiction)

Chapter 25

He sat beside her bed with her hand held to his lips, staring intently at her face for a sign of her waking up. Two hours since they had told him that she survived. But the thing was, she only just survived. Apparently the knife Sarah had held was laced with poison and that was why Melody had reacted that badly than expected from a stab wound. Sherlock wanted to find Sarah and kill her. The many times he planned her murder. . .
Sherlock was pulled out of his murderous thought by the sound of the door opening to the room. He looked up and saw it was the Watsons and Mrs Hudson. The landlady held a duffle bag with her.
"What's the bag for?" Sherlock asked - for once, not even bothering to deduce about it. He was tired and exhausted - it was clear on his face. That gave the three some worrying.
"It's some of your clothes," Mrs Hudson explained, putting it at the foot of the bed, "I had a feeling you won't be leaving her side for a while."
"Correct, you are." Sherlock gave them a small weak smile.
"So what's the status?" Mary went to the foot of Melody's bed and grabbed her clipboard of her state, reading it over. John looked over her shoulder with Amelia in his arms. "Ooh. . .she survived only just?" Mary winced.
"Only. . .just. . ." Sherlock whispered with a nod. He sighed tiredly and rested his head on Melody's bed. "Doctors don't expect her to wake up soon. The knife Sarah had was heavily poisoned. I'm surprised I didn't notice it sooner."
"It's not your fault." John told him quietly. "We were busy stopping her from doing any more harm."
"Her daughters are arrested," Mary added, "for helping her with the murders and for Melody's small kidnapping moment. It's a good thing you guys were there."
"And Sarah?"
"Dead." John answered. "Your gunshot went to her heart. Dead instantly."
"Good." Sherlock muttered darkly.
"Everything is going to be okay, Sherlock." Mrs Hudson assured him. "Melody is a strong girl. She'll survive through this. She's a keeper."
"Yes, so people have said." Sherlock chuckled weakly. He sighed at the look of peace on her face. "I just hope she wakes up soon. I never realised how much she really meant to me until now. I took her love for granted."
"You didn't." John shook his head. "I see the way you act around her. You love her."
"I know she'll live." Sherlock told them. He gave Melody's hand a squeeze. "She's had worse."
***
Melody looked around at her surroundings, seeing nothing but white. She even wore a white sundress - like, what is even going on?
She continued walking around, looking for any sign of a person or something that is a different colour at least - finding nothing. "Sherlock?" she called out. "John? Mary? Detective Inspector Lestrade? Molly Hooper? Mycroft?"
"Melody." Melody gasped in shock at the familiar voice, turning around to see her dead parents before her. The mother she never met, and the father that left her when she was still young. The beautiful raven hair woman, and the handsome brunette.
"Mum? Dad?" she whispered. "H-how are you guys here? What happened? Where's everyone? Where's Sherlock? Am I dead -?"
"Such a curious woman. Ever since you were just a little child - even when you were a little infant, your eyes looked around with curiosity." Melody's mother giggled.
"Don't worry, you're fine." Melody's father assured her. "It's just up to you, now."
"Up to me?"
"If you want to join us, or live."
"W. . .what?" Melody stared at them in disbelief. "What do you mean? Where am I?"
"Choose the living, my dear." her mother told her. "Continue on living for us. Get married, have kids, share stories about us and your adventures."
"But what about you guys -"
"We'll be waiting, don't worry." her father assured her. "We'll be at your side through spirit. Besides," he gave her a cheeky smile, "I approve of this Sherlock bloke. He loves you a lot."
"He does?" she asked shyly, blushing profusely under their gazes.
"Of course!" her mother laughed. "He's even proving it right now!"
Light suddenly appeared in front of them, revealing a sphere of light. It wasn't until a couple of seconds did something happen. Inside the sphere revealed a hospital room, with Melody unconscious on a bed. Beside her bed was Sherlock, sitting down on a chair with her right hand held to his lips. He was staring at her face unblinking, waiting for her to wake up. She couldn't hear anything he said, but she saw the three words that made her heart race speed.

"I love you."

"What's your decision, my dear?" Melody a mother asked her gently.
"I want to go home."
***
Sherlock rested his head on her bed with his eyes closed, feeling sleep creep up to him. He wanted to stay awake; but he was tired since he hadn't slept for two days. He needed the sleep, like Melody had said so many times. "Sleep is important," she had said, "how are you going to run around saving lives when you are too weak to do so? Stop harming yourself Sherlock and sleep next to me. I need my personal heater."
"Your hands are cold." Sherlock murmured, bringing her hands to his mouth. "Personal heater coming right up." Sherlock started gently blowing on her hands, like the many times he used to do before this. Sherlock was shocked when he felt how cold her hands were, and usually blew on her hands to warm them up. He'd like to think that her hands are cold because she had a warm heart; he remembered Melody reading a book that said that. Sherlock doesn't understand how it's possible, but when he thought of her, it's basically accurate.
"I love you." Sherlock whispered to her, closing his eyes and resting his head on the bed.
"I love you too."

A/N: Epilogue is next folks ;)
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