Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 8

    The next day, Sherlock visited again, trying very hard to hide the fact he hadn't slept in days. He tried his best to track the shooter down the night before, but nothing turned up. As he walked into your room after knocking, he noticed that you were just as tired as he was.

    "Hey," you waved and attempted to get up from the very uncomfortable hospital bed. Sherlock immediately went to help you, but by then you had managed to sit on the side of the bed. You attempted to give him a one-armed hug around the neck, but ended up hitting your shoulder on his. You flinched away, the pain increasing without the high dosage of pain medication.

   "Sorry," you mumbled, "Um, I got John drop your Christmas present off." You said and motioned to the present standing on the small table next to the bed. Sherlock eyed the present cautiously before picking it up. Being careful to not harm his hand, he unwrapped the present as nearly as he could. You were excited to see Sherlock finally open his gift.

    For the first time in a while, Sherlock was surprised and rather quite happy. He observed the preserved brain for a few moments before talking. "Thank you," he said hesitantly. For whatever reason, Sherlock wasn't his normal self. He didn't give a fake smile because he already knew what the present was; he actually smiled because he didn't know what it was before he opened it.

    All you could do was smile, but eventually you had to say something. "Merry late Christmas, Sherlock." Those words reminded him of something he'd forgotten about. He set the jar down where it stood before he opened it and shoved his hand in his coat pocket, searching for something.

    "Close your eyes," you heard him say and you did so. "Sherlock?" You asked. Finally, Sherlock found what he was looking for. Instead of putting the necklace around your neck--he was afraid he'd hurt your shoulder-- he placed it in your hand. "Okay," he said and you opened your eyes, and widened them when you saw what was in your hand.

    "Wow, Sherlock," you mumbled and examined the necklace, "It's. . .beautiful." You didn't look up from the gift while talking. Getting a gift from Sherlock Holmes felt different than getting a gift from someone else. Maybe it's because you've never seen him give a gift to anyone.

    You stood and attempted to give him another hug, which you were successful in doing. Instead of trying to reach his neck, you hugged him with your one arm around his waist. It felt a lot easier to do that, but it was still very awkward. Just before you were about to pull away, you felt something on the top of your forehead. Did he just kiss your forehead?

    "Um, Sherlock?" You asked, already feeling embarrassed, "Do you- I mean- I, fuck," you stuttered, "I, um. . ." Before you could get another syllable out, he stopped you. Not by saying anything, but by kissing you.