I opened my eyes, I was in a dark hospital room, the lights must have been off. I blinked and glanced around, I was alone. With a sigh I leaned back and closed my eyes once more, but the door burst open. I yelped and sat straight up, pain flooding through my body, along with the memories of the dog attack.
"You're alright?" Sherlock stared at me from the door.
"You didn't have to bust the door in to check that..." I growled, rubbing my head feverishly.
"Yes, you wouldn't have woken up if I hadn't." He shrugged, pacing over to me.
"I was already awake.." I grumbled, groaning as he flicked the light on. "Turn that off!" I cried, covering my face. The lights flicked off. His eyes were locked on me, it was like a predator watching it's prey, the curiosity in his eyes made my skin crawl.
"They told me your wounds might have been fatal." He reached the side of my bed, I could hardly make out his face, my eyes were hazy from the drugs and pain, not to mention the exhaustion fogging my brain.
"I'm not dead am I?" I whispered, my throat ached as I spoke.
"No, no I guess not.." He muttered, I felt his hand brush my shoulder. I winced and gritted my teeth.
"That's where a bite is.." I shivered, the pain crept up my arm.
"Yes, I'm just looking at them, so stop tensing." Sherlock ordered, shooting a dark look at me, not that I could tell, my eyes were shut tightly.
"Fine.." I relaxed my arm. He lifted the edge of my hospital gown sleeve, and examined the partially wrapped wounds.
"None are infected I see." He glanced at me.
"How would you know, you're not a doctor.." I snapped, shutting my eyes once more.
"I live with one." He stared confidently down at me. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"I think the drugs are making me snappish.." I whispered, shooting him a sorry glance.
"Really? I never noticed." He chuckled sarcastically. I smiled slightly and looked around the room.
"Who attacked us..?" I asked cautiously, Sherlock's eyes darkened suddenly. Chills ran up my spine from this man's icy cold stare.
"Go to sleep." Sherlock muttered, turning walking towards the door.
"Sherlock-"
"Go to sleep." He growled once more before exiting. I was left alone in a dark hospital room, with only the sound of the machines hooked up to me. I sighed and closed my eyes.
I was back in the mall, I heard the barking, the snarls of the dogs. I ran as fast as I could but I wasn't getting far, I made it to the door of a shop and threw myself inside. A dark chuckle sounded from behind me.
"Hello beautiful~" A familiar voice whispered.
"Liam..?" I whimpered, staring into the dark shop. 'There's nothing on the shelves' I thought, glancing at the empty shelves and counters. Red eyes flowed in the darkness.
"Wrong.." The voice laughed psychotically. I backed up towards the door, before realizing the handle wasn't there. The figure was getting closer.
"Help!! Let me out!" I screamed, banging on the door helplessly. The figure stepped out of the shadows.
Sherlock..
I gasped and pushed myself against the door, his eyes were red, and his face was coated in a thick layer of blood.
"Hello~" He snickered. His hand flew forward, reaching for me. I screamed-
"Y/N!" John was shaking me. I opened my eyes and gasped, beads of sweat rolled down my face.
"You were having a nightmare, it's okay, you're still in the hospital.." John was seated at my side, his hand rested on my shoulder, his eyes large with worry.
"Oh... I'm.. In the hospital.." I looked around, taking a deep breath.
"Yes, Sherlock's out on a case, he'll pick you up tonight." John informed me, he handed me a glass of water. I sipped it, I hadn't noticed how raw my throat was.
"Thank you.." I whispered, smiling slightly.
"Of course." John nodded, smiling gently. A cane was resting to the left of me.
"Why the cane?" I asked him. A glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Sherlock told me to leave it in here." He stifled a grin before walking over to look at it.
"Okay then?" I shot him a confused glance. He stood up and walked over to the tv.
"Want to watch something?" He asked. I frowned and looked around the room.
"Are there any books?" I craned my neck to look, which caused a shocking pain in my shoulder.
"Hey, lean back, I'll go get you one!" John ordered, looking at me worriedly.
"Fine.." I muttered leaning back. John exited going to find a book for me to read. I looked up at the ceiling and began counting the ceiling tiles until he got back.
{Timeskip brought to you by the Caaaaanneeee~}
John returned about 30 minutes later, he was carrying a thick book, about 700 pages.
"That's a nice looking book." I sat up a bit, he handed it to me. It was The Stand by Stephen King.
"Yeah, it was the first thing I could find in the bookstore." John sat back down beside me.
"You don't have to stay here you know." I told him, looking over at the tired looking man.
"Actually I do.." He sighed.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"That's not fair.." I grumbled. "What about Rosamund?"
"She's with Molly."
"Fine.." I sighed opening the book, while John watched tv.