Lace POV
Opening my eyes slowly with the darkness fading, light shines into my eyes as i blink a few times before scanning around the room. As my eyes adjust I realize my surroundings, white walls, curtains, monoters and IV drip... I am in a hospital.
Glancing around I see John, Mycroft and Sherlock at my side. I place my hand over to Sherlocks softly and his eyes look from the ground sleepily up to me before clearing his throat to compose himself he looks at me with a small smile.
"I'm sorry about shooting you. I though you were still work in for Moriartys network and as government material I needed to act, no matter the circumstances. I hope you will forgive me." Mycroft speaks up while looking at the floor, black rod in his hand tapping the floor nervously.
"I see you still have the umbrella as always. Of course I forgive you Mycroft. How could I not forgive an old friend." I say laughing before wincing with a small smile permanently stays on my face.
"I am also sorry I used the poisoned bullets, any longer and it would have been fatal." He says with a small chuckle at the end.
Mycroft and I used to love creating posioness arrow tops or sword blades but we never got around to bullets.
"What." Sherlock says glaring at Mycroft and John with wide eyes.
"Sherlock I told them not to tell you. Do not blame them. I didn't want you to worry."
"You should have told me." He says walking away and out of my room.
"I'll see if I can make him come round." John tells me reassuringly while chasing after him.
As soon as they are out of ear reach I turn to Mycroft, my smile dropping as I hold my hand to him and he takes it.
"How long do I have left?"
"Seven months at most if your lucky."
"I expected shorter."
"I am truly sorry, Lace." He smiles softly and shakes his head in diassapointment at himself.
"It is alright. I was expecting this to happen. Do they know?"
"No."
"Good let's keep it that way, shall we."
"Whatever you desire."
"Can you get me out of here?"
"Just walk out. I'll walk with you and we can get things sorted out."
"Alright."
I move into another room getting changed from the annoying hospital gown which looking at now, I see I have no dignity now. Opening the curtains in my newly placed on jeans and shirt I out of the hospital looking at Mycroft, giving an acknowledging nod as he returns one before turning out into an alley way, leaving Mycroft behind. I make my way back to 221B and hear John yelling at me that I need to go back to the hospital.
"221B without LaeLae? The Universe would fall for sure." Sherlock says coming over to me and giving me a hug; with me not returning it. "What is wrong?"
"I'm moving out."
"Did Mycroft say something to you. If he did I swear to God I'll-"
"It isn't him." I say while putting on a cold face. "I just have gotten so sick of you guys. Always being Idiots."
I walk out of 221B with only myself and tears running down my face. Turning into the alley way I just came through I feel a sirange in my neck and soon fade into darkness again. God this need a to stop happening.
