Reconciliation — Chapter 10: Something out of the blue

When Sherlock left London, John and his identity behind, so did Molly. But destiny can be cruel at times, throwing things from your past at you when you'd rather make a fresh start. Eventual Sherlolly, Post Reichenbach. Please read and review!

'Call me into your arms I am waiting for you. The night is itself spinning dreams because I am so impatiently waiting for you' Monday The alarm rang as usual. Woke up. Showered. Dressed. No breakfast, wasn't hungry. Rounded up the morning patients by noon. Had nothing to do the whole day. Couldn't care less. Tuesday Woke up before the alarm rang, drenched in sweat after having a particularly horrible nightmare. Showered. Dressed. No breakfast. Didn't trust herself enough to not throw up . Rounded up the morning patients even before noon. Spent the whole day in the library. Collapsed on the bed and fell asleep without even taking off her shoes. Two weeks Woke up sobbing into her pillow. The nightmares were something even sleeping pills couldn't cure. Dr. Drew was concerned. Mary was concerned. Even the nurse Lisa was concerned. She had lost five pounds. Her skin was gaunt, shallow and her cheekbones were more prominent than ever. It was hardly surprising since she threw up almost everything she ate nowadays. 'The words are on the tip on my tongue, How much longer do I have to stay awake for you? Why are you so oblivious to what is so very apparent? It is so very obvious how much I love you. Because I'm still waiting for you. Call me into your arms.' Another week. Five weeks now. It wasn't a test. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't just someone messing with her agony. It was serious. He wasn't coming back. Dr. Drew summoned her to his cabin to discuss about the evening out patients that were to be her responsibility since the one in charge had been transferred somewhere else. Good. Gave her less time to think. Less time to do nothing. 'Ella, are you alright?' asks the doctor. Pain. Chest constricting making it so very difficult to breathe. One short ragged breath burst forth in the form of a single word. 'Fine' The doctor didn't look convinced but she fled before he could ask anymore. 'Knowing that you feel the same things I do can only sway my heart so much. But this night is as stubborn as can be Because I'm still waiting for you. Call me into your arms.' Two Months Accepting the inevitable. Getting used to the emptiness. It wasn't like there was going to be anything else. It was all she was left with. The department library. At an hour when no sane human being would be awake. Staring into the dying fire, not seeing anything. The words in the book in front of her made no sense. Couldn't care less. She was jolted awake by Mary hours later who looked at her anxiously before sitting down in the chair next to her. 'Are you okay?' she asked quietly and Molly just nodded in reply. 'Ella, he isn't coming back is he?' Pain. Eyes hurting. Chest burning. breathing hurt. Speaking hurt. Moving hurt. Thinking hurt. Everything hurt. 'No' she whispered in a broken voice. That was the last time she allowed herself to think of him. Five months later.. 'Ah, Ella. There you are' said Dr. Drew as he ran into her at the cafeteria. She looked loads better than a few months ago and her cheeks were beginning to regain some of their lost colour. However she was still painfully thin and Mary constantly fretted over her, forcing her to eat whenever she visited the hospital. 'There's a new patient for you' he said nonchalantly and her heart sank. She wasn't ready yet. Even the sight of Room no 24 sickened her. She didn't think she could stand frequenting it everyday once again. 'He's a war survivor, admitted for neurasthenia and a bit of acute mania. Terrible condition. Finds it hard even to perform simple activities like tying his shoe laces. The mood swings are really difficult to handle. He has just returned from Tibet. Will you take the case?' he implored to her. Silence was the only answer she could give the kind doctor at the moment. How was she supposed to visit the very room that haunted her memories every night, pretending that nothing had happened? How was she supposed to treat another patient all the while hoping that there would be someone else sitting in the same place? How was she supposed to forget that night when she had fallen asleep in the arms of Jim? 'If I had even the slightest doubt that you couldn't do this, I wouldn't have asked you, Ella. You've worked wonders with Richard Brook. I can only ask you to do so again and ensure a normal life for this patient too. He needs you' said Dr. Drew. What was she to say when he said things like these to her? He gave her no chance to refuse. On the other hand, having something to keep her busy was probably what she needed the most right now. It would keep the unpleasant thoughts at bay. It would give her many more things to read about. It might even make the nightmares go away. 'Ella?' he began but she cut him off, herself surprised at the determination in her voice. 'I'll do it!' It was almost three in the afternoon when Dr. Drew escorted her to Room no 24. Her knees felt wobbly and her heart was beating like a drum but she gave no outwardly signs of the violent salsa that was going on inside her. The place brought back so many memories and it was hard not to get overwhelmed. She took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping into the room. Which was a good thing because what she saw in front of her quite literally took her breath away. The ginger hair, the sideburns, the dark brown eyes, the large golden spectacles, the loose white shirt, dusty black jacket and old blue jeans made not the slightest difference. She recognised him the moment his eyes met hers.

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