Say You Won't Let Go.

I am here.

This story is inspired by a deleted scene of Sherlock where Magnussen comes to meet Sherlock in the hospital after he got shot.-RA

Molly walked down the hall of the St. Bartholomew's hospital thinking about nothing really. Then she noticed someone entering a familiar room, the room where Sherlock was kept after his surgery. She quickly walked towards the room, and saw from the window that a tall, lanky old man dressed in a well fitted suit and wearing specticals was sitting on the chair beside Sherlock's bed.

Sherlock on the other hand lay unconscious because of the bullet wound on his chest and the medicines taken to control the pain caused by it. The older man held his hand and looked at it admiringly, then placed a kiss on top of it at which Molly's eyes furrowed.

Sherlock's eyes fluttered and he looked at the other man with anger in his eyes. Then the older man leaned in to Sherlock's side to say something in his ear and the heart monitor beeped a little faster than it was beeping earlier. And Molly could see that Sherlock's breathing was uneven. She couldn't handle it anymore. Without even thinking, she opened the door to Sherlock's room. "Excuse me?" She said.

Suddenly, the old man sitting beside Sherlock's bed shot up his head and looked at Molly, his gaze was like a hawk's. He observed her for a few moments, then said "Yes?"

"I am sorry, but I will have to ask you to leave as Sherlock needs rest, Mister?" Molly gave him a questioning look, as if asking his name.

"Magnussen" Magnussen said and stood up from the chair, straightend up his jacket and moved towards the door. He stopped at the door for a second and turned his head around to look at Molly who smiled at him the best she could, but her eyes were full of anger. And with that Magnussen adjusted his specs and left the room.

Molly quickly walked to Sherlock's bed and sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand, "Sherlock...". He calmed a little bit, his breathing became normal. Molly squeezed his hand and he weakly squeezed back. At that a small genuine smile grew across his face, as if to thank her to come to his rescue.

Molly smiled back and ran her fingers through his hair, whispering, "Go to sleep Sherlock, I am here now." And with that Sherlock closed his eyes falling into a deep sleep.

The End.