Officially Cumberbatched? A sequel to 'Well and truly Cumberbatched'

Chapter 18

AN: Fairly short chapter here compared to the shedloads I've written before (I hope the long chapters aren't annoyingly long!), I just wanted to bring two characters together on their own is all, thank you very much for all the lovely reads, votes and comments, you make all the writing so much more worthwhile :0) 

Monday. Evening.

I felt a lot better now that I'd seen my dad and spoken to him, it was also nice to know that Ben was having a bit of time not worrying about me. I appreciate everything he's done but I just want him to have some time not thinking about me and thinking about himself for a while. Not to mention it really is about time he learned to drink (and dance) like a proper Irishman. 

Pulling myself away from my thoughts I heard a knock, well more like a thud at the door.

"Come in!" I excitedly called, knowing who was behind it. 

"I only went to the arse end of the universe to find myself only to find out you went and got yourself almost killed, couldn't just stay in with a box set and a hot chocolate could you? Bloody hell Rosalind" Bridget said, bumbling through the door with a load of bags and I couldn't stop chuckling, she always knew what to say. 

"It's nice to see you too Bridget" I said with a smile, god I've missed her and her sarcasm.

She put the bags down and ran over to the bed and we held each other for a while. "I...I can't believe you and Merlin went through so much and I had no idea, I'm so sorry. You're my best friend, we've been like two sarcastic, egotistical peas in a pod since we met at boarding school all those years ago. I just, I can't believe so much happened, I'm so glad you're here" she mumbled, sobbing into my shoulder.

"It's okay no one expects this to happen do they?" I sighed, holding her head for a moment, her bottle blonde (she was a born a brunette but claims to be naturally blonde much to the eye-rolls of everyone who knows her) hair dancing along my fingers, it was nice to feel it again, we always do each others hair when we have a sleepover, it's just our thing. 

"I was walking through a remote forest in Borneo, suddenly me and Marc were being hailed down by a local, telling us you were here, we dropped everything and got the first flight back. I'm so sorry, I wish I'd have known sooner. I'm sorry." she sobbed and I pulled her away for a moment and looked her in the eyes. "Bridge, you have nothing to be sorry for okay? Nothing." I said wiping her tears away with my thumbs and she nodded.

"Come on, don't cry, you'll get a headache. Plus you look awful when you cry, like a sun-dried tomato" I said scrunching my face in a funny way and she mustered a smile as we sat there for a few minutes, sort of talking, sometimes just enjoying the quiet of everything, occasionally interrupted by the sound of people outside talking in the expansive grounds. 

"So, how are you enjoying your time courtesy of St Thomas' hospital? This room is bangin'!" she said as I raised an eyebrow.

"Bridget, you're nearly 30 years old, you can't talk like that" I said and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't remind me, getting old" she said and now I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, it's not that bad" I said and she laughed a little.

"Hmm" she added.

"Anyway, what's in the bags?" I asked, her bright blue eyes lit up, she's got a "English rose" classic beauty about her, always has. 

"Well!" she exclaimed hopping off the bed and grabbing them. She brought them over and threw them on the bed. "Ooops, I'll try not to get your ankle, how annoying is that cast? Are you walking okay, you should get your recovery boot studded like Demi Lavato did" she asked setting down again and poking it a few times.