Changes - Part 18 (Mycroft x Reader)

After you had your fill of candy bars and hospital fountain water, you padded your way back to Mycroft’s room. You now began to actually take in his appearance; his messed up hair and his tired face. He had no shirt on, and his chest was bandaged all the way around. He still had on the same pants from the day before, but his shoes had been removed for comfort. He looked so peaceful but also so helpless. A few minutes later the doctor walked in to usher you out.

“We just have to run a few tests and make sure everything is working the way it should. You’ll be allowed back in as soon as we’re done, Miss Watson.”

You nodded as he led you out into the waiting room. You sat in one of the chairs and pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on top. You allowed yourself to get lost in your mind until you saw the doctor walk back out to fetch you; thirty minutes had passed and you hadn’t even realized it.

The doctor had a smile on his face as he approached you, “He has woken up, and is asking for you, Miss Watson.”

You were on your feet before he even finished the sentence, a bright new look appearing on your face.

“He will be weak and hoarse, so be gentle with him,” the doctor added.

“Of course, thank you,” you replied before skipping past the doctor and to Mycroft’s room.

When you walked inside, Mycroft weakly turned his head to see who his visitor was. When he saw it was you, a tiny smile graced his lips. You took your position in the chair beside his bed and took up his hand.

“Glad to see you decided to join us,” you purred quietly.

“I was waiting for the most opportune time,” he replied hoarsely.

You chuckled, same old Mycroft. He was still on oxygen, the small tubes connected to his nose. He also had an IV in his right arm, but you were positioned on his left side.

“Was the operation shut down?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yes, but you don’t need to be worrying about that right now. Sherlock and John have and are taking care of everything. You and I just need to focus on your recovery.”

“(F/n), this case is my problem. I need to make sure it’s taken care of prop-“ he attempted to sit up but it hurt too bad, causing him to stop mid-sentence and lay back down.

You squeezed his hand in between yours, “Mycroft, please.”

He looked straight into your eyes, an expression of true worry and concern took over your face and so he sighed.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” you muttered.

He noticed that your hazel eyes were now beginning to cloud with tears, so he squeezed your hand with all the strength he could muster.

“I’m sorry, my dear.”

You leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to his forehead before leaning back in your chair to rub at your eyes.

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The day passed by fairly quickly and ended with you once again curling up in the chair beside his bed. Mycroft silently worried about you, you barely ate and that chair was surely not a suitable place for you to spend all your time. But he knew you would never leave his side, so he just continued to hope he would be released from this hospital soon.

Early the next morning you rose before Mycroft and headed out to find a vending machine breakfast. By the time you got back to the room, a nurse was helping Mycroft take off the oxygen support.

“What’s going on?” you asked with a yawn as you entered the room.

“The doctor said he is clear to breathe on his own,” the nurse replied cheerfully.

You smiled happily, this meant Mycroft was recovering just fine. You stepped back out of the room to call John.

“Everything all right?” is how John decided to answer your call.

“Yes, everything’s just fine. He woke up yesterday and they are taking him off oxygen right now.”

“Good to hear. How are you feeling? You sound tired.”

“I’m fine, J. Anything going on with Moriarty?”

“Not yet, and Sherlock is pretty upset about it.”

“I’m sure something will turn up, love you guys,” you hung up. You really hoped that they would get a lead on Moriarty and find a way to bring him down, and soon. You walked back into Mycroft’s room just as the nurse walked out carrying the small oxygen tubes.

“Does it feel better to breathe on your own?” you asked as your crossed your arms and leaned in the doorway.

“I suppose so. What really feels better is being on this pain medication,” he replied as he looked at the IV in his arm.

You smiled at him and made your way to the chair you claimed as your own. He turned his head to look at and you could see he was heavily contemplating something but you couldn’t tell what.

“Is something wrong?” you decided to ask.

His expression changed back to a normal Holmes expression, “Not at all. But I do have a question for you.”

“Fire away.”

“When they decide to release me, will you stay with me in my home?”

Your eyes widened. Why was he asking you this? Did he want you to take care of him until he was back to 100%?

“Of course I will, Mycroft. But why do you request my presence with you in your home?”

His eyes glistened with that unknown contemplation, “I’m lonely without you.” His tone was dead serious so you simply smiled.

What was going on? A Holmes just willingly admitted to feeling loneliness, it must be the pain medication. Yeah, that was it. It had to be the pain medication that was making him act so strangely out of character. You sighed slightly and took up Mycroft’s hand in yours; you were actually kind of excited that you would get to see his home. Although he had been courting you for months, you had never once even seen what his home looked like.