Sherlock's Love Interest (BBC Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

"You're sleeping in my room tonight."

"Why?"

"I need to keep a watch on you." Sherlock looked down at Molly's confused face and didn't let any of his worries show. "Get ready and just come in when you've finished."

She nodded, walking down to her room. Quickly Sherlock switched clothes, brushed his teeth, and turned down the quilt (not that it was ever really turned up). Molly was an extra five minutes.

Sherlock stayed up that night, all night. He was just watching Molly. He had laid down though, and she had curled up into him, so he stayed there all night.

It felt nice, holding her in his arms, but he did it very lightly. It reminded him of someone from his past, which was very nice.

Near three, his fears and worries came true. Her breaths started to sound choppy and uneven, and they came faster. He immediately sat up and pulled her shoulders up as well, so her midsection didn't touch anything.

Her breaths started to even out again.

Sherlock's mind was in a tailspin. Her lungs had nearly collapsed, like the bone wasn't strong enough and the pressure had almost killed her.

The calcium! his mind screamed. Whatever was in that coffee was destroying the calcium in her bones, making her weaker.

This couldn't wait until morning. Sherlock couldn't think properly though and called John.

"What do you want, Sherlock? It's three in the morning."

"Molly's bones are losing calcium quickly. I need a doctor even quicker."

"Take her to the hospital then-that's where she should've been in the first place," he said, his half-asleep mind not comprehending the situation.

"John," said Sherlock seriously, "Molly is going to die if you don't do something! Her lungs nearly collapsed already once tonight!"

"Sherlock, just take her to the hospital."

"A cab isn't fast enough."

"Then call 999!" He finally understood the problem and had woken up. "Now!" He hung up.

Sherlock pressed the buttons quickly and waited.

Two minutes later he could hear sirens, and he was silently thankful he lived so close to the hospital. Picking Molly up carefully, he walked down the stairs in a hurried manner and managed to open the door.

"Her bones are very weak and brittle," he informed the paramedics.

"Set her here, we'll take care of it."

"The last time her back rest against anything, she had trouble breathing. I will not set her down."

A woman came up and touched him lightly on the arm. "Sir, if she starts to have trouble breathing, we will lift her up and help her. Set her down so we can get her to the hospital."

He reluctantly set her down before jumping inside the ambulance. He grabbed her hand gently and watched her face for signs of pain or anything similar.

"Sir," said the female paramedic, "what's your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Her name?"

"Molly Hooper."

"What's your relationship with Molly?"

"She's my friend," he said, almost saying girlfriend.