My Thoughts Exactly (sherlolly fanfiction)

You Arse!

     Seeing Sherlock laying on the floor made my doctor insticts automatically kick in. I ran to my bathroom to grab my rubbing alcohol, sewing kit, and a towel.

  I ran back to him and flipped over his lifeless body. He was cold, and lost a lot of blood... in the pool of his dark blood was shards of a brown glass. Was he drinking? I pulled out my phone and dialed the first person I could think of that knew he was alive; Mycroft Holmes. His older brother. He is basically the British goverment.

"Hello, Ms. Hooper." His rough, cold voice answered the phone with a sense of annoyance.

"Mycroft, Sherlock is hurt. Badly. I need your help. Please get here as fast as you can." I heard him mumble something under his breath and his phone click to end the call.

I got to my knees and started to pull out the glass from his open wound. I had cleaned it and stitched it closed by he time my front door opened; revealing a much taller Mycroft Holmes.

"Ms. Hooper. What is so important that I needed to come down to your flat?", he looked down and noticed his younger brother with his stitches, " It seems as if you already knew what to do, so why must you really need my assistance?"

"We need to talk about him. I'll make us tea, you sit where you find comfortable." I pulled Sherlock into a more comfortable position and checked his heartbeat before setting off to make our tea.

As I walked toward my guest, the steam from the tea made my cheeks rosey. I placed the tea tray on the coffee table infront of where Mycroft was sitting.

"How much do you love Sherlock?" I went right to my question. I have never seen the Holmes brothers ever interact like a family and it made me sad for them.

"I could ask you the same question, Molly Hooper. I've noticed that you follow him around like a lost puppy or even a beggar looking for money. You are like a drug addict and he is your fix. You love him even though he doesn't love you back. I pity people like you, Ms. Hooper, people that love things that they can not achieve." His harsh words lashed out and cut me with each syllable.

"Mycroft. Even if I love him or if I don't, he trusts me to keep him safe and to help him get through all of this. Whether you or anyone likes it or not, I will always be here for Sherlock Holmes. Whenever he needs it." I was on the verge of crying. And he could tell too.

"The relationship that my brother and I have is none of your bussiness. However, what is your bussiness is if he is concious or not. You should get his heart starting again. Goodbye Ms. Hooper." He left without another word and I sat there completely befudled.

I rushed to Sherlock's side to feel his heartbeat again. It was extremely faint. I sat him up and slapped him in the face really hard to try and wake him up.

"I've been awake since you finished stitching me, Molly." ,Sherlocks deep voice escaped through his cupid bow lips. Naturally, I screamed a little and started to cry, "Im sorry. I shouldve let you know I was awake.", he pulled himself up to pull me into his arms and hold my shaking body.

"Why does your brother hate me?" I spoke through each sob."Why must he always such cruel things?"

"Molly. He doesn't hate you. In fact, he takes a major liking to you. He's just trying to save you from his monsterous younger brother...", he chuckled and kissed my forehead.

" You are such a complete arse, Sherlock Holmes. You couldve stirred at least so I wouldve known you werent dead." I escaped from his arms to put the tea away and clean up the blood.

"I love-" He was about to say something but went into a coughing fit and spurted up blood.

"Sherlock! Oh my god please no." I slide to his side and check what was wrong. He had some glass still inside of his wound that I must have missed. I rushed to grab my sewing kit again and scissors to re-stitch it and clean it.

"Molly-"  *cough* "Why was your phone off?" *cough*

"We can discuss this later. I need you to stay quiet and try to regulate your breathing. Im going to have to clean it again and pull out the glass while you awake. I'm sorry."

With each shard of glass I pulled out, and each stitch I pulled close, I could feel him wincing in pain but trying to hide it for my benefit.

           

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He woke up four hours later when I was just about to go to bed. I heard him call my name from my bedroom which meant he needed to talk to me. I made him a quick coffee, black two sugars, toast and grabbed my cell phone.

"Are you feeling better?" I quietly pushed open the door to reveal Sherlock in between satin sheets.

"I am but could you possibly make me a coff- oh. Thank you, Molly.", He sat himself with difficulty and took the tray of breakfast with my phone. He browsed through my phone, after looking for my nod of approval and found what he was looking for, " You should've shown me this right away. This person...Is not just playing games. I feel like something is going to happen...", he stayed quiet for five minutes,"Im walking you to and from work for the next few days, Molly. I want you alive and safe. Do not show anybody this please." When I went to leave, he pulled me into a tight embrace and told me to stay. I fell asleep in his arms to him humming very quietly one of his songs.