She tapped her pen lightly on her desk, while reading the information, when the small black line on her left wrist caught her eyes and she smiled. When Sherlock had confessed his love to Molly a few months ago, that black mark had appeared on both of their wrists, indicating that they had finally got each other. Sherlock had smiled and softly caressed the mark of their love on her wrist and Molly had felt immensely happy that day.
After Molly finished her paper work, she got up from her chair and yawned. She decided to get some coffee and left the morgue.
***
The hustle and bustle filled the cafeteria as Molly made her way to a table with a steaming cup of coffee. When she sat down at the table, she saw some doctors and nurses running towards the exit.
Must be an emergency case, She thought and silently sipped on her coffee.
A soft tingling started in Molly's wrist, right on the black mark. She frowned and as she did the tingling increased, as if an electric current was flowing through her wrist and Molly pressed her other hand on that area to soothe the tingling. Before she knew, she felt....emptiness. As if something was missing, as if something has gone wrong. But she couldn't understand what.
A sudden heat rushed through her wrist as if the black mark was burning her hand, shooting pain in her arm. Molly stood and rushed in the direction of the washroom.
As rushed through the long corridor, she spotted a familiar face at another corridor to her right. She stopped dead in her track. It was John, along with some doctors and nurses wheeling a stretcher towards the A&E. And on the stretcher laid Sherlock, his eyes closed, his face and hair bloodied, his over-coat and suit jacket gone, his white shirt torn at different places and an oxygen mask placed on his bloodied face. Suddenly, Molly felt like throwing up. She wanted to go to Sherlock's side, but it seemed as if she has forgotten how to walk, she just stood still.
Someone was gripping her by her shoulders, someone was speaking. It was John, she realized. Shaking her out of her trance.
"Molly, listen to me!" John said.
"What happened?" Molly said, her eyes widening with terror.
"Sherlock got in a car accident, just outside the hospital." John took in a deep breath, "We were coming to you for a case, and when Sherlock got out of the cab and stepped on the road..." John trailed off. Molly could see the terror in his eyes.
A commotion broke out from the room behind John. And Molly saw that a doctor was frantically taking a cardioversion machine in that room. And that was when Molly realized that it was Sherlock's room.
"No!" she gasped, as she pushed John aside to go inside the room.
Sherlock laid on the bed, still unconscious. His shirt now fully open, and the doctor preparing to perform cardioversion on him.
"Sherlock" Molly heard John by her side, her own mouth covered with her hands. Both her and John shocked on seeing the heart monitor attached to Sherlock showing a flat line.
Sherlock had flat lined.
"No, no" Molly whispered and motioned towards Sherlock, only to be held back by John, "Sherlock!" she cried, tears spilling from her eyes. John hugged her, not letting his own tears fall.
One of the doctors gave Sherlock a shock and his body jerked up. At that moment Molly felt the tingling her left wrist again. The doctor continued to perform cardioversion on Sherlock, but nothing happened.
The tingling in Molly's wrist increased and she immediately understood what was happening. The doctors moved away from Sherlock's bed to give John and Molly some space.
John's face went bleak as Molly slowly moved away from him to hold Sherlock's hand, silently watching the black mark on his wrist. When she saw the mark on her own hand she saw that it was fading away, not only from her hand but Sherlock's hand to. And her hand felt like thousands of knife stabbing at it.
But, the worst was the emptiness she felt. Sherlock was gone. Her biggest fear came true. It felt as if the emptiness she felt was clutching her heart tightly and it would crumble at any second. The mark on her hand disappeared and so did on Sherlock's.
A lone tear fell from her eyes as she placed a kiss on Sherlock's forehead and looked at his already pale face.
He was gone.
The End
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Hello everyone!!! so another story. This story is inspired by this post above, by @otpquestions_ on instagram. Well I have been thinking that I write angst better than fluff, what do u think? Do I?
And also this is my first attempt at fantasy, so did u liked it or not?
Plzz do tell.
P.S- I have posted this and the previous story 'The Future' for an online story writing competition, on another website. Wish me luck--RA
