The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 16: Wait... what was I saying again?

Why isn't she home yet? She should be done with her secret project thing for today.

Maybe something bad happened, though the odds of that are pretty slim.

I'm probably worrying about nothing.

This woman will be the death of me.

Sherlock was sitting in his usual chair, tapping impatiently a complicated rhythm on the arm rest. He was waiting for her to come home so he could propose. He glanced towards the painting on the wall, the one (Y/N) had made of her sister and sighed, looking back at his watch.

She's never late, and if she is she text me.

He wasn't nervous about the proposal, he knew she would say yes, he just wanted to get it over with so he could move on to more important stuff, like that yeast effect on the fresh eyeball.

He heard hurried footsteps approach from the staircase and he groaned, he had no patience tonight with dealing with miss Hudson. Especially if she was upset, like right now, it almost seemed as if she was in tears.

Oh dear lord, she has probably lost something again.

'Sherlock- It's terrible! Tragic! Horrible!' She panted, making large and exaggerated movement with her arms, Sherlock rolled his eyes.

'Breathe, and go to your other neighbour to complain about whatever has happened.' He said, his voice bored while making a small waving movement with his hand to indicate she should go. He also moved in his chair so his legs were hanging off one armrest and his head was hanging off the other.

She's not running away.

'No! I just got a call from the hospital, they've brought (Y/N) in!' She said panicked, and Sherlock bolted upright, standing up with the speed of light. He didn't even bother to grab his coat, he practically jumped off the stairs and flew out the door, hauling a cab and bribing him with 150 pounds to drive twice as fast as the speed limit.

(Y/N).

Once he got to the hospital he ran inside to the counter, where a shocked assistant was staring at the dishevelled man with big eyes.

'What can I-' She started asking, but Sherlock cut her off.

'(Y/N) (Y/L/N), where.' He demanded, and she quickly typed your name into the system.

'Third floor, room 3.' She said and Sherlock ran away, bolting up the stairs with three steps at a time. There was no time to spare. He slammed the door open and looked frantically to his left and right, immediately spotting the shiny '3' next to one of the doors.

He paced over it and pulled the door open with such strength that the handle left a hole in the wall behind it, not that he noticed. His eyes where glued to her unmoving figure in the bed.

It was as if she was sleeping, again. She was dressed in the white paper-y dress thing the hospital gave to every patient, her skin was paler than he could remember, but that may be due to the lighting in this room. She was hooked up to a few machines, but none of them indicated that she was gravelly injured.

This is the second time I see her like this.

The doctor was standing next to her bed, noting the measurements on the machines next to her. He had his gaze fixed on Sherlock, frowning a little at the panting and panicking man.

'What happened?' Sherlock just asked, now slowly approaching the bed, as if he was afraid that moving too fast would hurt her even further.

'We have no idea, a resident called from her apartment that an unconscious lady was lying on the pavement. When the police came by to check up on the tip they brought her here, we've been running tests for several hours now.' He said professionally, he knew that the patient and Sherlock were together, he had seen them many times.