Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 44: Awake

Your POV

I knew he was going to wake up, there was no doubt about that, but I needed him. I needed to see his eyes open, to hear his voice once more, to see his smile. Suddenly, I felt his finger twitch in my hands, and I began to smile. My heartbeat pounded and relief washed over me as I realized that he was going to be okay.

He stirred for a moment, groaning as I upped his dosage of morphine. Someone must have came in and fiddled with the taps - *cough* Janine.

"Hey..." I cooed, moving my hand to his cold one, lacing my fingers with his. "Sherlock..." I said lightly in a sing-song voice, watching as his eyes fluttered and opened. His pupils shrunk to the size of crumbs and he inhaled a sharp breath, eyes darting all around the room. His head shot up and he instantly groaned, struggling to keep it up. "Take it easy." I said, unlacing my fingers and placing it on his chest, gently trying to push him back down.

"Where's John?" He asks, pushing against my hand and trying to sit up, grimacing from the pain.

"Hey, hey..." I cooed, moving my hand to his back and trying to help him sit up. My hand fell in his hair, and I gently started to stroke the hair on the nape of his neck. He hummed, closing his eyes from the brief relief. "He's alright, he's downstairs with Mary."

"(Y/N) I have to tell you something." He whispered frantically, eyes suddenly snapping back open, motioning me to come closer to his face.

"Sherlock you're scaring me." I said light-heatedly, throwing on a fake smile and leaning down so my ear could be close to his lips.

He inhaled a sharp breath before uttering his next words, "It was Mary."

The words rattled around my brain for a second, but I was confused. He couldn't possibly be suggesting... Sherlock could sense the energy and repeated what he said.

"It was Mary, Mary was the one who shot me, (Y/N)." My eyes grew wide and I jerked my head back from his ear. 

"You're mad!" I yelled, quickly covering my mouth and lowering my voice to an intense whisper. "Are you mad? Mary is our friend she would never do anything like that. What did they put you on?" I said, closely examining the taps and bags of liquid inside of him.

"(Y/N)." He said firmly, grabbing my wrist and spinning me back towards him. "You have to trust me." His sudden seriousness and change of tone caught me off guard, but I still listened intently.

"Magnussen had something on her, I don't know what. She was the one who shot me." I breathed out a silent 'no', eyes darting around the room frantically to see if anyone was listening in. "Look at me." My eyes flicked back to his grey ones, my hands began to tremble. "Tell me that I'm lying to you."

I shook my head. I couldn't, he was telling the truth and I couldn't believe it. Mary. Mary Watson. The woman who's married my best friend and who shot my boyfriend? The woman who stood by my side when Sherlock 'died'? The woman who would drop everything to come talk to me, no matter what it was about.

"H-Hold on." I whispered, inching closer to him. "She... didn't shoot you where you could've been killed... does that mean... she's trained? Or something?" Mary the Assassin.

"Obviously." He said sarcastically, smiling even though he was in a large amount of pain. He motioned towards the remote that controlled the bed, so I inched even closer to him, sitting on the bed next to his legs and handing him the controller. He pushed himself upwards so he could meet my gaze at eye level. He winced a bit, but he soon relaxed and got used to it.

"I'm so so sorry, Sherlock." I whispered. "I should've came with you, been there."

"Hey... hey... shhhhhh." He coaxed, "this is not your fault." He said, weakly bringing his hand up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"We... we have to save John."

"Under no circumstances are you to tell John." He said quickly, emotionlessly, dropping his hand on the bed.

"Excuse me?"

"We can't. He'll have to find out himself. Mary may have shot me, but she's my friend and I won't break a promise."

"When the hell did you make a promise?" I nearly yelled, throwing my arms up and tiny bit, but trying my hardest to calm down. But how could I? I just found out that one of my best friends shot my boyfriend!

"When she came in my room..." He said, trailing off as he saw my flustered state. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Okay... okay." I said ruefully, running my hands along his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles along each bit that felt tense. I wanted to change the subject more than anything. "I don't know how you pulled through, Mr. Holmes." I teased, smiling every time he hummed or groaned when I hit a good spot.

"You... helped the most." He slurred, eyes closed and head lolled back against the pillow.

"What do you mean?"

"In my Mind Palace. I had to find a way to control the pain. I simply imagined you." He sleepily smiled.

"How can you be tired you've been sleeping for multiple hours by now!"

"Not real sleep, coma sleep." He said, giggling a bit at his own choice of words.

One of my hands moved up to the nape of his neck, gently massaging his scalp and his neck along with his shoulders. "I love you." The words seemed to slur out in one word, drunkenly and sheepishly, but I'll take those 3 magical words in any way as long as they come from his mouth.

"I love you too." I smiled as I continued to work at his neck, pressing down on the shoulders a bit more to give him more relief. His head turned to the side, and I knew that my magic had worked again. The faint sound of him snoring could be heard. I smiled to myself and took my hands off of him, adjusting myself on the bed so I was lying next to him.

"I'll protect you." I said, bringing my hand up to his hair and stroking the bits that had fallen into his face. "I promise."

The only question was: 

How could I anticipate what was going to happen next... if I couldn't anticipate the fact that my best friend was a trained assassin?

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This is kind of a short part, and it's not my best writing, but I wanted to make this short and simple so that the next one could be long and descriptive.

Have a great day my lovelies xx