Come Home

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Molly~~~~~~
I hung up with Sherlock and stared at the hospital bed. Vi's chest rose and fell. I was so grateful she was okay. I squeezed her hand.
"The doctor said we could talk so I'm going to talk. Vivian you may be the daughter of my fiancé but you are my best friend. I love you so much. You have to come through for me. Before all of this happened, I was planning on asking you to be my Maid Of Honor," I smiled.
"You better wake up because I need a Maid Of Honor. And your father would be shattered to loose you. Both of them. I know it's hard, loosing the one you love. But I will promise you, it does get better," I spoke my eyes stinging.
"Come home," my voice cracking.
I hear the front doors slam open.
"Hello John," I spoke.
"Hey, is she," he began.
"She is okay," I nodded.
Then Irene showed up behind him. She has tear stains on her cheeks. How dare she pretend to care about Vi.
"Wait... she She is okay?"
"Yeah... after I hung up they saved her. It's some sort of bloody miracle."
"Seems like it," Irene raised a brow as John walked in .
"What's going on? Come on," Irene spoke.
"Your underarrest," Greg clasped cuffs around her.
"Under what terms?"
"Let's see, organizing the attempted murder of your own daughter?" Greg spoke pulling her towards the cars.
"So much for dinner." Sherlock smirked and kissed me.
"How is she doing?" Sherlick turns to me.
"Not so good."
"She will come through. She always comes through." He nodded.
I nodded unsure. If Vi dies, our entire lives will change, shatter in a moment. With a single long beep our lives could be tragically altered. Just like that.

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