Whirr. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sounds are magnified in my head as the blood rushes to my ears in a thrumming headache.

I'm lying down and i shift uncomfortably noticing that my arms are bound to the table and there is something in my nose. I sniff and slowly open my eyes.

I squint to make out the shape standing above my bed. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust but when they do, I lock eyes with a very angry Sherlock Holmes. His eyes are the color of thunderclouds, and his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Sherlock?" I ask weakly. 

"What the hell were you thinking?" He barks. 

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Oh I see! I suppose you think it's normal to take drugs from strangers... Moriarty no less." Sherlock sasses.

"Will you calm down my ears are ringing." I hiss as I try to sit up.

"No! I will not calm down! You can't keep going behind my back Keyland! I need you. I need you to be safe!" He exclaimed.

"I'm safe now." I reply.

"That's. Not. the point." He clips.

The clock ticked on the wall, as Sherlock pulled up a chair and sat down beside my hospital bed. 

He gazed at my face intently.

 I sighed. "Oh Sherlock, How do we keep getting ourselves into these situations?"

"Twelve Years of friendship and I still don't know." He replied making me smile.

I laughed lightly.

"How are you feeling?" He asked worriedly. 

"Rough. But okay. It would help if you could remove my bonds." I replied looking down at my bound hands.

"Right. They just did that so you wouldn't harm yourself." He replies standing up. 

"Harm myself?" I ask.

"You were having seizures." He replies in a broken tone. 

"Oh." I replied as he moved to untie my hands his long fingers quickly undoing the knots.

As he was intently focused on his task. I took a quick moment to study him. To really look at him. I noticed he had bulked up from when I'd left him and gone to Ireland. Which meant he was eating more, he seemed more sure of himself, and stronger not only physically, but mentally too. My eyes trailed down to his arms, his sleeves were rolled up and I could see that all his scars from when he did drugs had healed. Which meant that he hadn't been using in a long time. My eyes went back to his face as his eyes caught mine. 

"You're back." He smiled.

"Pardon?" 

"You are deducing again. Your mind is back. Mycroft was doubtful that the professor's potion would work so quickly." Sherlock smiled.

"The professor?...Sherlock how long have I been asleep?" I ask worriedly. 

"One week." He frowns. 

I inhale sharply.

Sherlock grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"You are safe now Keyland. But there's one more thing." He said softly. 

"What's that?" I ask trying to focus on his voice and not his thumb running comforting circles over my hand. 

"You should be getting your memories back soon. The professor said that would take a little bit longer." Sherlock replied tiredly. 

I gulped, I wasn't so sure I wanted those memories back.

Sherlock noticed my worry and smiled at me. "Don't worry Keyland. We will figure this out together."

I opened my mouth to respond but a shark knock interrupted my words.

"Hey Sherlock Rosie is with Molly again." John said as he walked into the room looking at his phone. He glanced up.

"Oh Keyland! You are up!" John exclaimed happily, his eyes quickly noting our held hands.

"Hey John." I replied smiling.

John shot Sherlock an I-told-you-so look. Sherlock huffed and let go of my hand, still sitting on the edge of my bed.

"There are some more people here to see Keyland." John smirked.

"Who?" Sherlock asked defensively. 

"Her friends... Fiona and Juniper." John shrugged looking at me. 

My face broke out into a smile.

"Please let them in! Sherlock I can't wait till you meet them!" I beamed joy flooding my soul.

"Sure!" John replied opening the door for my friends.

"Keyland!" Juniper exclaimed rushing over to my bed and giving me a hug with tears in her eyes.

"Hey June. Wow you look so grown up!" I exclaimed.

And she did, with her long red hair plaited into a bun, and her twinkling blue eyes still as curious as ever.

"Sherlock this is Juniper Tyson." I said gesturing to the red head. "And that is-"

Sherlock stood observing the Fiona in the doorway.

"Your sister!" He exclaimed.

"My what?!" I blurted my voice cracking. 

"Way to ruin the surprise Holmes! It's Sherlock right?" Fiona said shaking Sherlock's hand. 

"Yes...erm I think I'd better let you two talk..." Sherlock said awkwardly with an apologetic smile as he left the room.

As Sherlock and John got out into the hallway John remarked as he nudged Sherlock with his elbow. "You realize how incredibly co-dependent you two are right?"

"So?" Sherlock replied defensively.