Aurora Holmes (Sherlock's lost daughter)

Chapter 15. - Blood

Sherlock

"Thanks for everything, Sherlock. Really. - Molly Hooper."

"I love you. I always will. - Molly Hooper." 

I get up off the couch. It is three in the morning and I have barely been able to sleep. 

This message Molly has sent me has left me very concerned. It may mean something. 

I quickly put on my coat and write a message:

"Is everything okay? - SH"

She does not answer me. I call her, but she still doesn't answer.

"Molly, dammit, answer me, please," I say to myself. 

I get out of 221b and call a taxi. It is very late but I conis to enter a taxi and arrive at Molly's house. When I knock on the door, no one answers, so I decide to force it. The door opens slowly and I enter the house. I hear gasps coming from the stairs. Shit.

"Molly!" A thousand thoughts come to mind, thinking about what might have happened. I go to the stairs and there she is, lying on the floor, bleeding. "Molly, what have you done !?"

I approach her, almost crying. I grab the phone and call an ambulance while trying to stop the bleeding, although it is impossible.

"Emergencies, what's going on?" says a female voice on the phone.

"She's bleeding, an abortion. Come quickly, please. Great Portland Street."

"Okay, an ambulance is headed to Great Portland Street. Meanwhile, tell me how the situation is, please. Is the baby out?"

"No. She is five months pregnant." Molly grabs my hand tightly and breathes hard. She is sweating, her temperature is high, and she is bleeding. I can't do anything for her and that makes me rage, I feel helpless.

"Okay ... I'm afraid there is nothing more you can do for her, just give her water and wait for the ambulance to come. They will do their best."

"Thanks." I hang up the call. "Molly, I'm going to bring you water, don't do anything else. The ambulance will be here soon."

"Sherlock, no ..." Her voice sounds muffled and is barely heard.

"Everything will be fine. Stay there" I go to the kitchen quickly, fill a glass with water and return to the stairs with the glass. I help her drink and put the glass on the floor. 

Molly writhes and begins to hyperventilate.

"I can't take it anymore" she huffs. I take her hand and she squeezes me with her few strengths.

...

"Sherlock, for God's sake" John comes running. He is very worried, just like me. Although I am more. "She is fine?"

"I have no news, but she has lost the baby."

"God, what exactly happened?"

"John, she has. She has aborted."

"How?"

"She has thrown herself down the stairs. I'm sure she did it on purpose."

"How do you know? "

"Please, John, do you forget who I am? Of course she did. Besides, she did not answer calls." I say in an angry tone.

"And you couldn't do anything?" John asks me, also angry.

"What could I do?" A lot, the truth. I am lying to myself. I feel powerless and guilty in this situation, I could have been with her at all times and this would not have happened.

A doctor approaches us. I can't help but get nervous; the doctor seems serious, and that can mean two things.

"She has gone into a coma. The blood loss has been very serious, so much so that it has affected her brain. We do not know how it will end." The doctor tells me. 

I don't know what to think about it. Except for feeling guilty, worried and powerless, I don't know how to feel. 

I keep quiet, just like John does. I can see that John is angry and sad at the same time. Angry at me, sad about Molly.

"Okay, thanks. If anything happens, please let us know." John says to the doctor. 

He nods and enters the room where Molly is.

"She ended up like this because of you." John points to the room door and leaves, leaving me alone.

...

Eight hours have passed and there is still no news about Molly's condition. I have not been able to sleep all night and that is why I have had several coffees that have left me awake. And I have come to realize that I hate coffee.

Going back to the topic, John has been mad at me, but that doesn't matter to me now. What matters to me is Molly's health, I don't know how this will end. It may end in a disgrace that would break our hearts.

Yes, including me. Just because I'm Sherlock Holmes doesn't mean I don't have feelings. It's hard for me to admit it, because I use logic and intelligence more than the emotional part of the brain. But sometimes it is not so. Look what happened with Mary. That left mark on me.

Suddenly my phone vibrates. A message from Mycroft. What will he want now?

"Aurora wants to see you. When you leave the hospital you come to visit her. - MH"

John. Dammit. He has told Mycroft what has happened to Molly.

"What if you bring her here to the hospital? Overall, you have nothing better to do. But don't bring that woman. What's her name? Ariel? - SH"

"Anthea, her name is Anthea. I'm not going to ask you why you know I'm dating her. And no, she won't be coming with me. - MH"

It's obvious that he's dating her, but now that doesn't matter at all.

I put my cell phone in my pocket and look out the hospital window. It rains outside, as always in England.

Thousands of thoughts run through my head. I think of the danger Aurora is in. In Moriarty's threat to her. But now what worries me the most is Molly. I cannot allow her to die. And above all because of me. She would not be the first person to die because of me. And I can understand that John is angry. There are reasons.

...

I listen to the steps of my brother and Aurora. She hugs me from behind and I smile, despite how bad I am.

"John called me this morning. He was not very happy with the situation." Mycroft tells me.

"I knew it. And I don't blame him."

"So, what happened to Molly was on purpose? I thought it was an accident." Mycroft raises an eyebrow.

"Of course it was on purpose," I reply.

"Then she fell off the stairs and caused the abortion."

"I don't think it's a topic to talk about as normally, and less in front of Aurora," I say quietly.

"Weren't you going to talk about ...?" Aurora asks, but Mycroft cuts her off before she finishes the sentence.

"About school." I look at him strangely, something is hiding.

"Don't lie." I shake my head. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Umm ... This is not the best time to talk about this, you are somewhat sensitive now."

"Any secrets?" I raise an eyebrow, waiting for Mycroft to respond.

"I don't want to argue now." He crosses his arms. "Later, perhaps."

"Does it have to do with Anthea?"

"We'll talk later." Mycroft looks at the doctor who approaches us. He has news about Molly's health, for sure. 

The words that come out of his mouth will stay with me forever. And I can never get rid of it.