When Sherlock was
transported from the endless Mind Palace staircase back into consciousness for
a third time, there wasn’t a sudden brightness of surgical light or the worried
voice of John to dominate his perception, and his senses were informing him of
a different surrounding.
to be assessed. Smell: of plastic – nasal oxygen cannula. Touch: odd, mostly
numb, but something, something warm and soft in contact with his left hand.
He forced his
heavy eyelids open and felt a surge of adrenaline tightening his chest. It
helped clear the fuzziness in his mind.
He hadn’t been in
the proximity of her face since their intimacy in the heat of Karachi, and he’d
dared not hope to be presented with
that privilege again. Not even when, consequent of a turn of fate, he did
chance upon her elegant form, her steps light and swift ahead of him in the
Montenegrin streets. Compelled by a momentary weakness, he'd followed her
and found out where she lived. But not even then, at his lowest ebb,
towards the end of The Fall, did he break his resolve and ring her doorbell.
Yet here she was,
The Woman, in London where she shouldn’t be. By his side. She was never one to
let anything draw to a close with a grand finale directed by someone else, and
of course this time it was her who flew across the world, when the news broke
that the Consulting Detective was found in Magnussen’s office, on the verge of
becoming past tense.
Her makeup was
flawless, without the merest hint of any smudge. But there was a single, small,
semi-dried water spot on the bed sheet beside his forearm, he observed.
The Woman will cry..” Ah. So she
did. And the current level of morphine meant for his bullet wound was no
longer sufficient to alleviate the ache in his chest.
Seconds of locked
gaze and maintained silence, and her expression shifted as she briefly glanced
down – at her small hand gently holding his. For a moment he thought she was
going to retract it, but instead of moving her hand, she spoke evenly,
“Look how much your pulse rate’s just accelerated. Heart still going
strong, I see.”
Her smirk didn’t
reach her eyes.
No mention was
made of what had transpired in Karachi, or what paths they’d each been treading
No comment was
given regarding the implication of the slight change in her slender figure, or
the inconspicuous mark on her ring finger.
No answer was
offered explaining her trip across the Atlantic Ocean, no excuse crafted for
the rose and card. No reassurance was stated, no promise sworn. Nor any sign
that either of them intended to meet again.
Now wasn’t the
yourself, dear. Mrs Watson will be expecting to see a heavily sedated patient
when she slips in to request your discretion. Which reminds me, the window
route is no longer under CCTV surveillance, and I estimate will remain in its
current state for another 11 hours, give or take. You’re welcome.” Her
parting words rolled off her tongue with
the nonchalance of someone remarking upon the serenity of the night,
as she stood from the edge of his hospital bed,
wondered just how much she knew.
About Mary. About Magnussen.
She quirked an
eyebrow as she gave him a final, pointed look before turning to leave.
Be careful and
stay alive, will you?
He pursed his
lips, not breaking their piercing eye contact.
First time ever trying out freelens macrophotography! It was a lot more difficult than I was expecting, but I really enjoyed it! These are some of my favorites from the impromptu shoot. Also that is @architaxb ’s eye haha
I hope I was there when you sing on the stage. I know that I always hear you sing but seeing you performing in a crowd of people is a different kind of feeling for me. Isn’t that nice? I am watching you and you are trying to find me in a sea of people where they’re screaming your name, saying how well you sing, or having those smile in their faces. And I am just watching you, smiling, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ once your eyes meet mine, while crying my heart out from how bless I am for having someone like you. But the thing is, I’m right over here, inside this dark room of mine while having these thoughts in my mind, and I can’t do anything to be there to see you.