Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

I hate hospitals

Jane

I woke, in a hospital bed and immediately panicked. I felt something warm in my hand. I glanced down, another hand. I sat up, and realised it was Sherlock's hand. He was asleep in the chair next to me, still holding my hand.

I was still connected to oxygen, but that didn't bother me. I was quite happy at the moment. Looking around the ward, I realise I was the only one here. Smiling, I lay back down on the pillows.

"Hello Jane." His voice made me jump. I turned over, to see my brother standing in a doctor's suit.

"Hi." I didn't know whether to be hostile or friendly.

"You need to be careful."

"You already told me that."

"And it didn't stop you from nearly dying."

"This is getting really repetitive." I found a thing on the bedside table and three it at him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't make me mad sweetheart. When you're out we can have some more fun."

"I'm ok thanks."

Moriarty laughed, a cruel cold laugh. I cringed, and tugged on Sherlock's hand. He didn't wake up.

"He's cute when he's asleep." Moriarty said, not smiling.

I nearly choked on nothingness. I had the urge to pull the oxygen from my nose an slap him. But I'd probably die so, no.

"What?!"

He frowned at me "I'm kidding, jeez. But you're not?"

I stared at him. Oops. He laughed again, and I yanked Sherlock's hand. He woke with a start, looking around. When his eyes found Moriarty they narrowed.

"Oh hey Sherlock, I was just leaving." Moriarty skipped through the door, banging it shut behind him.

"Are you ok?" Sherlock asked me

"Yeah I'm ok."

"What did he say to you?"

"That I should be more careful, and they when I was better we would have some more 'fun'"

Sherlock wrinkled his nose. "I guess Those bodyguards he hired didn't work."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence.

"I hate hospitals."

"I know. But they're ping to give you an oxygen tank to carry round, instead of pills."

"I don't have to wheel it do I?"

"We can see if they can let you carry it in your backpack."

"Ok"

"Mrs Hudson is painting your room for when we get back, what colour?"

I gasped, "really?! Oh wow! Er..." I thought for a second- what's my favourite colour? "Purple." I grinned.

Sherlock quickly text Ms Hudson and put his phone away.

"How's Mary?" I said, suddenly remembering. I mentally scolded myself for forgetting her.

"She's ok. She'll survive. Do you want to see her?" I nodded. Sherlock had a doctor help me into a wheel chair and attach re oxygen tank to the back. Sherlock wheeled me into another ward.

Mary was in her hospital bed, John by her side holding her hand. They looked up as we came in. Mary smiled.

"Jane are you ok?" She said. She was faking he happiness. I looked from Mary's tear stained face to John's. Something was not right.

"I'm ok. Are you?"

Mary nodded and looked at John.

"We lost the baby."

I covered my mouth with my hand and had to stop myself from crying. This was my fault.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." I took Mary's other hand. "This is all my fault, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"Jane," John placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's not your fault. Mary told me what happened, your mother took your pills, you couldn't move."

"Is she dead?" I said, looking up at Sherlock. He frowned, obviously not sure wether I wanted her to be dead or not.

"Yes." He said cautiously.

"Good." That shocked everyone. "can I try and walk?" Sherlock helped me up, and surprisingly I was strong on my legs.

"The doctor says Mary needs to stay for a few days, so we'll come and visit tomorrow." Sherlock said, placing his arm around my waist and helping me balance. I didn't need help, but I didn't mind...