And then there was three; a Sherlock Fanfiction

Twenty-seven

Sherlock layed in the hospital bed listening to the rhythmic beeps of machinery, fighting the drowsy state the drugs placed on him. It was dark in the room, and he struggled to wake himself up.

"Strange isn't it? How Life seems to repeat itself?" a familiar voice said from the window, "Except last time I was the one stuck in the hospital bed."Sherlock felt a sudden breeze rush in, realizing that the window was slightly open.

"I've been waiting here for you to wake up for quite awhile now," she said, standing up from sitting in the uncomfortable chair in the corner, making her way towards the bed. It was too dark for Sherlock to see her face, so he (somewhat frantically) searched her body language for any hostility.

"Don't worry," Lilly said, recognizing his actions, "if I wanted to kill you I would've done it while you were sleeping."

He then tried to sit up but Lilly rushed over, gently forcing him back down. Fixing the stiff hospital blankets back around him.

"I know you probably hate me even more now," she said as she tucked him under the covers, "but please believe me when I say that I did the only thing I could do. Now don't mess with Magnussen, he's insane. Just forget about whatever you were there for, it isn't worth it, trust me,"

Sherlock shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, "Magnussen, h-he said, Mrs. Watson... the assassin? Mary?"

Lilly went pale, "listen Sherlock, you're not going to be awake much longer, but don't tell John, okay? Don't tell John. I'll explain everything as soon as possible,"

She began to leave but Sherlock grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Lilly paused and turned back to look at him solemnly. The clouds outside must've broke because this time Sherlock could see her clearly. She looked almost ghostly in the moonlight: her hair was shorter now, he realized, and she looked a bit malnourished. She attempted a smile, but it came out more as a grimace.

Sherlock lost his train of thought; his heavily medicated brain was easily distracted by the haunting appearance of Lilly. He shook his head again, fighting the drugs that attempted to pull him under the waves of consciousness. He refused to lose the battle, gripping onto Lilly's wrist like a life line; his only connection to the physical world.

He didn't know what he wanted to say to her, but he knew that he couldn't let her leave, not yet. He stared into her somber eyes with his own, feeling as though a million words were exchanged between them through their eye contact.

Soon, though, the exhaustion caught up with him, and he began to slip into sleep unwillingly. As his awareness of the outside world began to fade, he faintly made out Lilly's voice saying, "I'm sorry Sherlock, I'll see you in the morning," before blacking out completely.

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Sherlock's eyes fluttered open, squinting around the empty hospital room. He sat for a moment, trying to recall the events that had led to this situation, when everything came flooding back to him: Magnussen, John, Lilly.

He tried to sit up but was forced back down by a sudden pain in his abdomen. He flinched but sank back down, waiting for the pain to subside a little bit. Sherlock studied the room from his lying position, trying to find any sign of his visitor late last night.

Annoyingly, he could remember only fragments of the short conversation he'd had with Lilly that night. And, to make it worse, most of what he could remember was useless anyways. One thing that seemed seared in his brain, though, was Lilly's phantom-like appearance.

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So sorry that I took so long to post, and equally sorry that this chapter is so short. I could really use some help right now because I'm still not sure where I want to go with this.

ANY AND ALL INPUT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED

M

im dead inside plz help me with this book :)