Say You Won't Let Go.

You Can Have Me.

Summary: Molly goes to meet Sherlock in the hospital after Culverton Smith tries to kill him.

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'How's Sherlock doing?'-Molly.

'Not good. Culverton Smith tried to kill him. He is resting right now.'-JW.

'Can I meet him?'-Molly.

'Of course.'-JW.

The sound of opening of the hospital room's door woke him up. He slowly his head in the direction of the door, still in a sleepy daze.

"Sherlock." A low smooth voice filled his ears, as he tried to focus on the small woman in front of him.

Molly stepped closer to Sherlock's bed, trying to suppress her shock on seeing Sherlock in such condition.

"Hey" she said as calmly as she could. She couldn't help but notice how thin and weak Sherlock looked in this hospital bed.

"Molly" he said in a raspy voice, and Molly resisted the urge to hold his hand and sooth him.

"Is it appropriate to ask how are you doing?" She said.

"No."

"Then....I guess I'll just sit." Molly shrugged and went to the other side of the bed to sit on the chair kept beside the foot of the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, Molly spoke, "Sherlock, why didn't you tell me that you were doing this to save John?"

"You would have protested." Sherlock said flatly.

"No--okay yes, maybe. But after that I would have helped you, to do this in some other way, so that there was no need to get yourself in harm's way." Molly leaned a little forward, her brows furrowed.

"No, you simply would have stopped me from taking drugs. And I wanted it to look real, make Smith think that he was ahead of me." He said.

"Yes, I would have stopped you." Molly looked away, biting her lower lip, "You could've... could've acted instead. I would have provided you with makeup and all."

"No need to stress over it, Molly. I'm getting better now."

"No need to stress?" Molly said, chuckling half-heartedly, before her features darkened of anger, "Sherlock, as you pointed it out earlier in front of that ambulance, it did stressed me." Her voice became louder, "You were killing yourself! If this Smith case had taken two days more then you would have been lying on one of my slabs in the morgue! And don't dare say that you calculated the number of days this case was gonna take." Molly quickly said, when Sherlock opened his mouth to protest. He sighed, then closed his eyes.

Molly stood up and dragged her chair closer to the head of the bed. Then held Sherlock's one hand in both of hers. "Sherlock" now her voice was just above a whisper, "Listen, John told me everything. I know Mary told you to do this. I understand, you had to do this. But, please will you remember one thing? If there is anything you need, anything at all, you can have me." Her voice was stern. "I have told you this before. Save this in that mind palace of yours. Because, I don't want to see you in this condition, again."

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at her, I apologize, Molly Hooper." he nodded weakly, "I understand what you are saying."

Silence filled in the room again. Slowly, Sherlock drifted off to sleep, his hand still in Molly's grasp. After making sure he was actually asleep, Molly placed a kiss on the back of his hand and then stood up from her chair and leaned forward to kiss him on his cheek.

She checked the time on her wrist watch and realized that visiting hours were coming to a close. With one last glance at Sherlock, she left the room.

The End