Say You Won't Let Go.

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"Sherlock!" John came to his friend, who was sitting in the waiting room of St. Bartholomew's Hospital.

"How did it happened, Sherlock?" John said, while sitting down on a chair beside Sherlock.

"Molly's kidnapper made some deep cuts on both of her wrists and left her in the alley to die from the loss of blood." Sherlock deadpanned.

"What did the doctors say?"

"They said that she had lost a lot of blood, she needed blood transfusion. It is going on right now." Said Sherlock, still staring at the wall in front of him.

John nodded.

"John, do you remember the day before I jumped off the roof of St. Bart's we went to the research lab to test that shoe sample? There Molly pointed out that I was sad because nobody could see me. But, I told her that she could and she denied it. She said that she didn't count. She was wrong. I proved her wrong that night when I went to the research lab again. I told her that she did counted and that I have always trusted her. But not because I needed her to find the body of my lookalike but because I needed her, only her." Only for a mere second did Sherlock let his emotions show on his face.

John sat staring at his friend, dumbfounded. Even though John already knew that Molly had helped Sherlock to fake his death all those years ago, it still surprised him that Sherlock went to Molly for help. He didn't know what to say. He had never seen Sherlock talk like that.

"It's alright mate, she'll be alright." John said after a few moments of silence.

"Mr. Holmes?" A voice called.

Sherlock looked up to see a doctor standing beside him. He stood up, "How's she?" He asked.

"There's no need to worry Mr. Holmes, she is going to be fine." The doctor smiled.

John sighed with relief and Sherlock relaxed, "Thank you, doctor."

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John went home after meeting Molly, Sherlock went to the research lab to do some experiments or so everyone thought. Actually, Sherlock went to the research lab so he could stay close to Molly without anyone knowing.

Still one and a half hour was left before the visiting hours would finish. So Sherlock went to meet Molly. She didn't have a private room, but there wasn't many patients in the room. Only tree patients including Molly. And for thier privacy thier cubicles were separated with curtains.

When Sherlock had entered the room he saw that the first patient was a child around nine years old and the second patient was an old man. Sherlock quickly went to the third cubicle, to Molly's side and sat on the chair beside her bed.

On hearing shifting beside her, Molly woke up from her sleep, she looked at Sherlock and smiled. After sitting up she looked at him and he looked back, taking in the awkwardness of the situation.

"So?" Sherlock started.

"So?" Molly said.

Sherlock looked at Molly's bandaged wrists and took a deep breath.

"Molly, I"  "Sherlock" they both said simultaneously.

"Sorry, you speak first." Said Molly.

Sherlock again took a deep breath.

"Molly....I..." He sighed. "I....oh for God's sake." He stood up from his chair and kissed Molly, surprising her, but she soon kissed him back.

The other two patients in the room looked at them in astonishment.

Sherlock pulled back and said "I love you." to her with warmth in his eyes. "I love you too" Molly smiled before snogging him. Molly quickly slid Sherlock's suit jacket down his shoulders while Sherlock opened one of the knots of her hospital gown and then not breaking the kiss he slid the open curtains of Molly's cubicle to a close, so nobody could see them.

The other two patients looked at the closed curtains, dumbfounded. The old man looked at the child on the bed beside him and said, "They are probably sharing the bed."

The End.