The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 16: Wait... what was I saying again?

'What's wrong?' Sherlock asked, already drawing his own conclusions based on your looks.

'Probably fainted and hit her head, there is no trace of anything else found in her, and we think she just has a minor concussion.' He said, slightly soothingly, he needed to calm down this man because he looked like he was about to smite a nurse.

Sherlock just nodded, pulling a chair from the side of the room and placing it next to the bed. There he sat, fingertips leaning against each other and his eyes trained on her face. He was going to wait until you woke up.

He had looked at her complexion many times before, it fascinated him how someone with so many imperfections could still look absolutely perfect to him, it made no sense. He didn't have many moments to actually look at her, she was still pretty shy and didn't like having so much attention. Sherlock was positive that he wanted to unravel every single mystery that made her who she was, so he kept analyzing.

Though secretly he was hoping that his gaze would force her to wake up and tell him to sod off.

But after several hours, at 3 o'clock in the morning, she still had showed no signs of being conscious. Sherlock had grabbed a little box from his trousers, and was now fiddling with it, occasionally opening it, taking a glance and closing it again. It was the box with her engagement ring in it, it was simple, elegant and with all your favourite elements.

It had been John's idea to propose to her, he had insisted that somewhere deep down she would like it. Sherlock had first proclaimed that that was ridiculous, unnecessary and pointless, but after much bickering he gave in. It wasn't too much effort, and if it made sure she enjoyed being with him, he would do it.

His mind was so busy with planning out different kind of scenarios as to what could have happened to her and who could've done it, that he hadn't noticed the spike in her heart rating. She opened her eyes and groaned a little, and Sherlock's eyes shot to her face.

He immediately stood up and bowed closer to her, quickly pressing the button that would alarm the nurses, with her he wasn't taking any chances. Her eyes fixed on his face, and he got confused, because she looked at him panicked and a bit... afraid?

What have I done to scare her?

'Can- May I have some space?' She asked, her voice raspy and distant.

Sherlock nodded and moved a bit backwards, she never had had a problem with personal space. He was worried, his mind told him there was something to discover that he would not like at all.

The doctor walked in and looked relieved to see her awake and sitting up.

'Great, Miss (Y/L/N), pleasure to see you up and with us again. How are you feeling?' He asked. Sherlock crossed his arms as his eyes shot all over her, he was determined to find out himself what was going on.

She looks very uncomfortable with this. That's uncharacteristic.

'I've got a slight headache...' She said, sounding unsure of herself, the doctor caught that too.

'That's all?' he asked her, and she looked thoughtful, glancing at her hands, to Sherlock and back to the doctor.

'Where am I?' She asked, and the doctor furrowed his brows a bit, he had seen her before around here, he knew she had been here for multiple blood donations.

'You're at Saint Bart's hospital...' He said, looking at her face with a concerned look.

'You've been here a lot, (Y/N), what's wrong?' Sherlock asked, confused.

'I don't know...' She said, her eyes a bit glazy, tracing over his figure as if she saw him for the first time.

The air got knocked out of his lungs, and he felt a complete state of panic take over him. But he was Sherlock Holmes, and he made sure that to others he looked composed. He tried to calm himself down a bit, he had no actual prove that his suspicion was true, he needed to find out. Fast.