Sherlock Imagines

Bruised (Part 3)-Sherlock

You sat on one side of the couch as John sat on the other. He was examining your bruises and your cut. After he made sure they were okay and your cut was nicely bandaged, he looked at your throat. There was some bruising from where Lee's fingers were wrapped around.

"Did he do this often?"  John asked.

"Umm, it was only after he would come back from the bar and he got angry at me. But this time was the worst that he'd ever done."  You explained.

"What did he do?"  Sherlock asked.

"Today?"  You asked since you were pretty sure he had figured out what he'd done. 

"No.  Before this. What would he usually do?"  Sherlock asked.

"Oh, he would just slap me or punch me but nothing more than that.  I guess today he really got angry."  You said.

"Alright, you're all good.  But if you feel like something's wrong just tell me."  John said and got up.

"Thank you."  You said smiling at him.

He nodded, "You're welcome."  He said.

"Why did you stay with Lee if he had hurt you so often?"  Sherlock questioned, obviously still wanting to know more.

You were still so confused about what his job was but you pushed it aside again.

"I don't know. I guess that I was, maybe afraid that if I left he would do something like what he did today.  Or worse."  You admitted.

"And you never thought of calling the police?"  John asked now seated in the chair across from Sherlock.

You shook your head. He opened his mouth to ask something else and you knew what question was coming so you interrupted.

"And no, I don't have any family that worries about me."  You said.

John shut his mouth and cleared his throat.

"So now that Lee is gone you don't have to worry about him."  Sherlock said.

"Yeah."  You said, trying not to let your voice sound shaky.

"Why are you still afraid?"  Sherlock wondered.

"Who said I was still afraid?"  You asked looking at him.

"I did."  Sherlock said.

You sighed, "You heard what he said as he passed me.  What if he's right?"  You asked.

"He won't be."  John said.

"How can you be so sure?"  You asked easing your voice slightly.

"George Lestrade will make sure of it!  I promise!"  Sherlock said.

"Greg."  John mumbled.

"Whatever." Sherlock hissed back.

"And what does your promise mean to me?  I barely even know you both and from what I do know you are not a very friendly person!"  You stated, pointing at Sherlock.

"That is true!  But that is because I am a consulting detective and I only care about my work!"  He said.

"Well I guess that explains it all then!"  You practically shouted. You sighed and stood up. "Thank you for all your help Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson.  Goodbye."  You said.

"Where are you going?"  Sherlock asked.

"I'm going down to my flat.  Not that you would care though."  You said.

You walked down the stairs and into your flat. You shut the door and locked it behind you. You looked down at your watch and saw that it was almost midnight. It was then that you realized how tired you were. You changed into your pajamas and slipped into your bed, falling instantly asleep.

A/n:  I'm so sorry I haven't been updating as much. I'm really trying to but it just takes me a bit to figure out what to write for the next part!  I know I told you that last week I got a bunch of ideas for imagines but they were only the ideas...not the actual story parts😬.  So, I'll try to update more but I can't make any promises. Hope you guys enjoyed this one!  Love you all! ❤️