Nothing Is Impossible (Benedict Cumberbatch fanfic)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I wake in a hospital bed.

My eyes are heavy and I'm in pain all over, especially my head.

"Thank God, you're awake. I'll get the doctor." The same voice that saved me was speaking.

My vision was still blurry, so I couldn't see a full figure—only a silhouette. Even the silhouette looked familiar. What was going on?

"Oh good, you're awake." A middle-aged, male doctor walked in.

"I guess I am..." I rubbed my eyes, "How long was I out?"

"Only about twelve hours." The doctor stated, looking at the clip board in his hands. "You have a concussion, so your sleep will need to be monitored. Other than that, you're safe to leave."

I nodded my head and rubbed my eyes again. I was tired, so very tired.

The doctor walked out.

"Looks like you need a place to stay, would you like to stay with me? I'll monitor your sleep." The deep, sexy voice from earlier spoke, waking me up more.

I didn't look at him, but I replied, "What makes you think I need a place to stay?"

I finally glanced at him. He was familiar, very familiar. He had messy, dark hair, high cheek bones, and was at least 6' 2".

"Well, I assumed, considering that you were in an alley dying last night, beaten." He sat in the chair next to my bed, speaking slowly.

I glanced at the opposite floor from him. He was right, I was now homeless—I could never go back, Mum would kill me for sure. But it did hurt a little that he just jumped to conclusions.

Seeing I was hurt, he replied with, "I'm sorry, that wasn't right to say—it is obviously too soon. Forgive me. What I meant was: would you like a place to stay?"

I looked into his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade I had ever seen—an aquamarine colour. I was getting lost in them when I stopped myself.

I shyly answered him, "Yes, please..."

Then his identity hit me. He was Benedict Cumberbatch. The freaken Benedict Cumberbatch.

My eyes grew wide, "You're Benedict Cumberbatch!" I exclaimed. I only knew who he was because I used to watch the neighbour's telly through my window. It just so happened that they were I big fan of Sherlock.

"You can call me Ben. What is your name?" He asked me and for a second I was star struck. He was my favorite actor, celebrity crush, and I was going to be staying at his house. This was impossible! I had to be dreaming.

"E-Emerald." I stuttered. I pinched myself, but kept it hidden. Sure enough, I was not dreaming.

He smiled, "Well, I think we should go to my flat, you need rest, Emerald."

***

Ben discharged me and drove me to his flat.

When we got to the top floor, he opened the door. He motioned for me to walk in first. Once I stepped in, my mouth dropped.

His home was beautiful.

I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Ben followed, sitting next to me. I was taking in the beauty.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then, Ben broke the silence, "Let me show you to your room."

I nodded as I got up to follow him. He led me down a short hall and to a huge room. It looked too lived in to be a guest room.

"It seems sort of big for a guest room..." I trailed off.

"That's because it isn't, it's my room. I will be the one staying in the guest room down the hall."

"But it's your flat! I should be the one in the guest room!" I protested, but the look on his face told me I was getting nowhere.

"No, you are my guest, and I say you sleep in my room."

I gave up, obviously I wasn't going to change his mind. It didn't help my case that I was exhausted. I rubbed my eyes again.

"I'll let you change, you look awfully tired."

With that, he left the room and closed the door. I didn't have pajamas, I didn't have any other clothes. So I just stripped down to my underwear and sport's bra. I finger combed my, long, blonde hair.

I got into his bed. I snuggled under the covers. I inhaled, they smelt like him.

I inhaled once more, and fell asleep.

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