You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

His Last Vow: Chapter 4

The surgeon was kind enough to lead you to Sherlock's room, where he finally told you that he hadn't woken up yet, and he hopefully would by morning. They'd run more tests, just to make sure everything was going alright. He then told you to make sure you didn't try to wake Sherlock, as he needed his rest after the huge surgery. You nodded in understanding. You once again thanked the surgeon before making yourself comfortable in a chair next to Sherlock's bed. He looked so broken and small lying in the hospital bed. You took his hand carefully in yours, rubbing your thumb across it.

You hated hospitals. They were always a memory of the things they had taken from you, but right now, you were thankful. This hospital had given you Sherlock back. That was enough to make them okay in your book.

You spent the rest of the night at Sherlock's side, thanking the nurses when they came to administer Sherlock's meds or make sure you were doing okay. Sherlock hadn't woken up yet, but you felt hopeful he would soon. You eventually fell asleep, with your head resting on Sherlock's bed and his right hand clasped in yours.

You awoke the next morning, the sound of Sherlock grunting in pain quickly alerting your brain to wake up.

"Sherlock?!" You questioned, still half asleep as you looked around the room, before your eyes settled on Sherlock who was right in front of you. John was also sitting in the room, jumping up as he heard Sherlock as well.

"Marry." He groaned, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, glancing around the room. Mary? You looked up to John who laughed, before hurrying to get a nurse or doctor to inform them Sherlock was awake.

"Sherlock?" You again questioned. His eyes blinked open as you leaned over him. He squinted as the sun was shining directly from behind his bed and through the blinds. "Hey, can you hear me?" You questioned, lightly stroking a finger down his cheek.

"Blinds." He squinted. You nodded, leaning further over him to close the blinds. Once they were closed Sherlock seemed to relax more as he looked around the room, figuring out what had happened. He looked to his side where his IV drip was. He blinked, scanning the room before his eyes landed on your face again.

"Hey." He looked up at you, not making much sense as he was all drugged up. You laughed, squeezing his hand in yours as he smiled up at you.

"Hey. You pulled through." You held both of his hands in yours as he continued to silently glance around the room. He then looked down at your hands, looking back up at you. "Mary? What do you need from Mary?" You questioned him, with a sideways smile.

"No, Marry, Y/N." He told you, his eyes studying your face. "My coat." He told you. You glanced over to his coat, handing it to him. He grunted in pain as he dug through his pockets pulling out the engagement ring. "You said you wanted me to propose properly. I would get down on one knee, but-" You stared at him and he looked up at you, his face changing. "Y/n?"

"Of course, Sherlock! Of course I'll marry you. I've done a lot of thinking, while you were in surgery and I've decided I can't live without you." You told him cheesily, a cheeky grin on your face as you looked down at him. You realized you couldn't stay mad at him forever, besides without him who would take you along on all the fun cases?

"Oh, that's revolting." He groaned as he adjusted himself in the bed. "Here." He reached for your hand and you placed it in his as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You looked down at, tears coming to your eyes as you looked back up again.

"You're not out of the woods yet, just so you know." You told him.

"I know." He smiled, squeezing your hand in his.

"I totally love you." You told him, just to remind him. Even though you were still upset and needed explanations from Sherlock, didn't mean you weren't head over heels in love with him.