It's always Been True.

You will Always count to me.

The incessant beeping of the hospital monitor was driving Sherlock crazy . Molly had collapsed and they weren't able to get her to come to, so for now Sherlock sat and waited by her bedside hoping for a small sign that she was ok.

Apparently Moriarty had done a little more than just tied her up. There was obvious signs of abuse from her wrists and cheek from where Moriarty hit her.
Sherlock watched her intently and his face was unshaven and tear stained.  How did he let it come to this? He did this. He caused it simply because of who he is ....The Great Detective Sherlock Holmes.  Sentiment while fulfilling for others was weakness for him....she was his weakness, she always would be his weakness. She counted more than she would ever know, she would always count .

Just then Mycroft entered the hospital room with a look of remorse on his face.

"I'm sorry this happened....if I would have known he was still alive I would have done more investigating on the issue. Sherlock, I know how much she means to you.....I've always known......I wanted you to be happy and live like normal people ,but we aren't normal Sherlock and you know that. The Best thing for her is to have you not in her life. " Mycroft said reluctantly as he stood with perfect stature.

"I don't think I can do that .....not now.....not anymore . Mycroft,  she's carrying your Niece or Nephew . You can't just ask me to leave my child and her behind." Sherlock said holding back his anger toward his Brother.

"I....I didn't know that she .....that she was .... I'm sorry Brother, forgive me . Forget I said anything. After what we went through with Euros on the island I shouldn't have asked anything like that from you." Mycroft looked at his Brother with Sympathy and slowly left the hospital room.

It felt like she hadn't eaten in days. She could hear the beeping beside her and chose to open her eyes to look around. She was at St.Barts in a room. She was alone  with only a vase of roses next to her Bed.

She was extremely sore and felt so drained. She knew what had happend that led up to her being in the hospital. Moriarty had done this to her and the fact she survived was a miracle in itself . Sherlock saved her , that she knew , she also figured that he was back at his flat doing what he always does when there is a case to be solved. She knew that he would never stick around to wait for her to wake up. He was just too stubborn for that.

As soon as she thought those things the door opened  to reveal Sherlock carrying a bag of chips in his hand. He dropped the bag as he saw Molly sit up in the bed.

"Are you ok? Should I call the nurse?" Sherlock quickly said as he rushed to Molly's side .

"I'm fine ... you stayed ?" Molly asked as she saw his coat in the corner by the sofa.

"Yes.....I thought you would need me when you woke up. I Mean I thought .....I thought you would need . ...." Sherlock began to stutter and babble as he realized what he had said. There was an obvious blush to his face.

Molly smiled at him with her timid smile and grabbed  his hand gently and squeezed.

The monitors started to beep in a sound that Sherlock didn't recognize  as the Nurses started to rush in .

"I'm fine ....I feel a little cold ....but I think I'm fine." Molly said as they pushed Sherlock back away from her  and started checking her over . One of the nurses pulled back Molly's covers and there on the sheets was a section of blood around Molly's legs .

Sherlocks face was pure panic as he screamed for John.

"John!!!..... John!!! " Sherlock yelled out as he pushed past the nurses and grabbed Molly's face as she began to panic and fear.

"Molly ...Stay with me!!!....Stay with me do you hear me?!?!" Sherlock quickly said to her trying to calm himself.

John entered to room and saw what was happening and quickly grabbed Sherlock and pulled him away from Molly and the medical staff.

They quickly started taking her out of the room leaving John and Sherlock in the empty room. There were so many emotions Sherlock was experiencing at once and he had no idea how to control them . He threw some objects off of the counter in the room as John looked on at him letting him get whatever he needed to out.

What was happening? What did this mean ? So many questions running through his head as he paced . He finally threw the door open and ran down the hall to follow Molly,  with John following behind him.

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