A week has passed since the day the Kelverton Smith case was closed. Sherlock has been monitored at the hospital all this week. He needed treatment and a lot of rest.

You never visited him, you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Offence was still splashing in you, as well as misunderstanding and doubts. You didn't knew what to do anymore.

Too much has happened in the last couple of months – your husband's death, which you blamed Sherlock for, Sherlock's next drug break, and Kelverton almost killed him... It was too much.

It was late at night. You were sitting on the sofa in the living room of your house, which now seemed completely empty. You didn't feel like sleeping.

When there was a knock on the door, you were alert. It was too late for anyone to come visit you. Going into the hallway and opening the door, you froze.

"{{user}}," Sherlock said, standing on your doorstep, "I hope I... didn't woke you up?"