Chapter 3

So here we are, the end. I hope you've liked it. XD Apologies for the fact the chapters kept getting shorter. That was completely unintentional, but it just sorta happened. Well anyway, here you are.

Beep...beep...beep...

Sally awoke to the constant beeping if a heart monitor. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a white tiled ceiling.

"You're awake then?" Well that she wasn't expecting. She turned her head and found Sherlock sat in the chair next to her bed.

"No offence freak, but what are you doing here?" Okay, that sounded less insulting in her head.

"I thought you might like some company, but if you'd rather I left..." Sherlock started to get up out of the chair.

"Sit back down, for gods sake. What the hell happened? How did I end up in here?"

"Well I was right in saying that John and Lestrade would find us. They got there about 10 minutes after you passed out. It took the idiots another 5 minutes to open the door. Lestrade had already phoned an ambulance, and they brought you here. You really were being stupid, going out without any medication. You could have died."

"I didn't know you cared."

"Oh, I don't, but Lestrade would get very suspicious if you'd been sent to work with me then all of a sudden you dropped dead." The two stared at each other for a minute before Sherlock got up and walked towards the door. Sally sighed and closed her eyes. Realising she'd not heard the door open, she opened her eyes again and looked over to the door. Sherlock was still stood there.

"I've decided that, given the circumstances, it would be pointless for me to tell Anderson you've been sleeping around. I mean, it was hardly your fault you fell unconscious." Sally smiled as she remembered Sherlock bargaining with her.

"However, I think you should know, you aren't the only one. He's got a new girlfriend. Get better soon." And with that, Sherlock disappeared through the door. Sally sighed in frustration and slammed her head back against the pillow. Thanks freak.