Sherlock x Reader: Mystery At The Museum

Something Unique

Previously: 

I quickly close the door and take a deep breath. As the adrenaline starts to fade away, the pain in my side begins to grow. I look down and see that I'm losing blood fast. The creep must have stabbed me, as I feel myself falling but I feel arms grab me quickly.

"(F/N) hang in there, John ... JOHN" Sherlock says.

My world fades to black, "Sherlock," I whisper before I pass out.

(F/N)!!!

NOW

Your POV

A bright light appears in my face. The soft hum of machines reaches my ears after a few moments. 

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper. 

I felt a horrible feeling in my stomach, and I run to the bathroom without even caring about the IV in my arm. I threw up for about 2 minutes and afterward I just laid on the ground; enjoying the coldness from the floor tiles 

(Tell me in the comments if you enjoy laying on bathroom floor tiles when your sick)

I hear something in the room moving, was someone in here with me, i'm going to die. 

"Oh (F/N), you're alive. How did you get all they way over here?"

Before I said anything I was lifted bridal style into the air and carried back to the bed. Still, in a sickening haze, I ask the strange person where Sherlock was and that he was the only one that could take care of me. 

The stranger leaned in front of my face and said: "I'm right here silly. I never thought I would see you again."

Just then my face began to heat up even more and my heart monitor increased speed. 

"I think I'm gonna puke again" I whisper. 

Just then John comes in the room and smiles, "(F/N) thank goodness your up, I knew you'd be okay. I just got the test results back, ."

I scrunched my face, "Test results, what for?"

"Turns out you didn't just pass out from blood loss, you were poisoned as well."

Sherlock and I both looked at each other in shock.

"Whatever stabbed you must have had some poison and guess what it is?"

"What," I ask. 

"Asp Poison."

My head just got a pain in it, "Woah, you mean with Cleopatra and everything?"

"Exactly."

"So a guy who thinks I'm a queen just poisoned me with something that killed one of the most famous queens of Egypt ever. Is he trying to kill me or what?"

"Well If I could say, you are super lucky, Asp poison is super deadly and can kill very easily. Even with the many treatments, we thought you were going to die. (F/N) you were out for three days," says John.

"Three days!" I reply. 

"And Sherlock never left your side not once."

I look over at Sherlock and saw that it was in fact true. His brights eyes were now dull and bags concealed that spark that was once there. 

Just as I was about to say something, there was a knock on the door. A nurse walked in with a lotus flower and a note. "This was left at the front desk for you," she says as she hands it to me. 

I slowly open the note and read it aloud. 

"Glad to see you have survived, I knew you would. I just had to be sure you were the queen I was looking for. This proves that you are ten times the queen that Cleopatra was, see you soon."

"Well that wasn't ominous," says John. 

"Now that your awake, let's get you home," whispers Sherlock.

John went to sign me out and I struggle to get out of bed. Just as I was about to fall, Sherlock carried me again. 

"You know I can move right?"

"(F/N) you almost died, and the fact that you survived Asp poison is something unique," he replies.

In my head, Did he actually care if a lived or died?

"By the way when we get home can I test your blood?" he asks nonchalantly. 

I punch him in the chest, "No, I've lost enough blood you jerk." and laugh.