Plot- Sherlock always treats Molly harshly or like she doesn’t exist. He has never really been good with people and always seems focused on the cases rather than anything else. But when Sherlock is badly injured and in hospital and Molly is the one to come and see him, will all that change.
Sherlock was unaware that his day was going to end up with him in hospital, he detective knew facing Moriarty was dangerous. But he needed to stop that man, though Sherlock claimed he didn't care or didn't have any friends but John Watson, He didn't want anybody hurt. But never the less he was facing him. It was rare for the consulting detective to make a mistake, this time he must have made a mistake to even end up getting shot right in the chest by Moriarty. He knew the man wanted him dead.
Moriarty had always told Sherlock not yet, but obviously this time was the right time. Sherlock just fell soon as he was shot, he fell hard on the ground in the street outside his apartment.
The detective was sure his life was over, he had always claimed to be not normal and could handle anything, but now he was in a lot of pain and bleeding to death, a wound in the chest was rather dangerous. He didn't need to be told that by John or any other doctor, But he wasn't aware much longer and passed out, his breathing was pained and seemingly slow.
Going to the hospital was the last place Sherlock would want to be, but unconscious and at risk of dying there wasn't really an option. He was much paler and looked less invincible then he tried to act half of the time. Things would be very different if the detective did end up dying.
It was days later when Sherlock finally woke up in a hospital bed, he wasn't really sure how he got there. He figured most likely John or Mrs Hudson had found him. Been shot left him feeling weak and in pain. He hadn't really thought he would survive. It was too hard to even keep his eyes open, He really did hate hospitals but he didn't have the strength to protest such things.
"J..John?" he said shakily, he wasn't sure if John was even there, he was sure his flatmate and only friend would be around somewhere. He groaned in pain. It made him feel worse to know that Moriarty would have escaped. He had his eyes closed again. He did just end up wanting to sleep more than he normally did. Surely he would try fight it later because he was stuborn.
Closing his eyes he sighed, he didn't expect many visitors expect John or Mrs Hudson mainly and his stupid brother. Oh how he wished Mycroft would keep away. He hoped at least.
He wasn't exactly one to get on with people. Molly liked him , but he didn't expect her to come and see him, not after the way he had treated her . He gasped painfully hoping that one of the nurses would give him some form of a pain killer. Though something seemed to stop him from falling asleep, he heard a voice in the hall way.