Deducing you - Sherlock Holmes x reader -

Part 2: secrets well kept

Song: secret by one republic
Song warning: nah
You can basically play the song from the begining
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"Well, seems like you've gotten all you need, Sherlock," Molly said.
"Umm..yes, and y/n," Sherlock begins.
My ears perk up at the sound of my name.
" what is it," he said.
"What are you talking about," I asked?.
"You have some sort of secret and I intend to figure it out," he stated.
"Your going to be sooooo, disappointed in it, it's not a big deal. I just perfect not to share it," I say.
"And that's what makes it so interesting," he states.
Molly looks slightly annoyed and that makes sense I mean she likes him and he is basically ignoring her.
"Molly, what time is it," I ask her?
"One fifty eight," she responds.
"Oh, I'm running late," I get up and grab my red sweater.
"Late for what," Sherlock asks?
"Ironically enough it's a secret," I say.
"Molly don't tell him," I warn her.
"What if I do," she asks?
"Then you will never again taste another one of my red velvet cupcakes," I said.
Before I could leave Sherlock stopped me.
"Do you not understand I am late for an important appointment," I said.
He handed me a slip of paper, it had an address on it.
"I know your busy now just come to this address at four thirty, if you want to discuss more cases," he said quietly.
An obvious indicator that I'm not supposed to tell Molly. I ran down the street and got into a cab, I told it to go to the local hospital.
Once I arrived I payed the driver, got out, and ran inside. I registered in.
"Agh, Mrs.l/n everyday at 2:15, just like clockwork," my favorite nurse Katherine said.
"Hello Katherine and is their any news on Crystal's (if that's your name use Kallee.) condition.
"Your sister is still in a comma," she said sadly.
My sister had a car crash leaving her in a comma . My secret is this worried life, I know it's not a big deal. But I don't want to share it with everyone. I visit her everyday only Molly knows.
I go to her hospital room and she hasn't changed at all. Still in the same sleeping state. I like to think that she is dreaming happy dreams, I sit in the uncomfortable plastic chair.
I need to go to the bathroom, I walk outside and go to the hospital restroom, I see someone who is too familiar.
Sherlock Holmes, did he follow me to the hospital? I intend on finding out.
"Hello," I said interrupting his thoughts.
"Hello," he replied not meeting my gaze.
"What brings you to this hospital," I ask curtly?
"Make a deduction," he responded.
"By any chance did you follow me," I asked crossing my arms?
"You must think very highly of yourself, I am a very busy man," he says proudly.
"Did you follow me," I ask again?
"That's not important," he states firmly.
Despite the creepiness of the situation I roll my eyes and laugh.
He looks at me with a perplexed expression then shakes his head.
"Now can you tell me why you are visiting the patient in room, 216,"he asks?
"Why do you care to know," I ask?
"Because it could be anything and I don't know what it is," he says stubbornly.
Just then a man in a dark blue sweater and jeans runs up to him.
"Sherlock, I thought you said you wouldn't follow....ugh," the man sounds exasperated.
He turns to me, "hello, I am John Watson."
"Hi I'm f/n l/n," I introduce myself.
"I'm sorry about him," John apologizes.
"You don't have to apologize for me John I can apologize for myself," Sherlock says.
"You can," John asks obviously shocked.
"I can I just won't," he says.
I had to hold back, an immense amount of laughter.
"So who are you visiting," Sherlock asks?
I sigh, "I'm not a fan of talking about it."
"Just tell me," he continues to push.
"You're not going to let go until I tell you, are you," I ask?
"Nope," he said popping the p.
I sighed, "it was a stormy night and we were driving to the store, all I remember was hitting my head then waking up in a hospital bed," I said.
"I...I didn't know," was all he could manage to mumble out.
"It's ok, just a little tired I still have a concussion. I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told Molly, the reason I'm up at three A.M. Making noise is too keep myself awake. I need to wake myself up every two hours," I state.
"You should tell someone who is with you," Sherlock says.
"It's only precautionary and I'm fine, besides I don't want to worry anyone," I reply.
He nods.
He turns to go and I pull on my jacket feeling a lot colder. A sign that I might pass out, I'm being ridiculous.