Breath of Life
He was alive. He was still breathing, and she didn't know what to do. Part of her was angry that he was still here, that he would get to live on as Richard Brook, that he'd never have to pay for the things he'd done, but part of her was horribly relieved. Not because Jim was alive, but because he was the closest thing to Sherlock left.
This feeling made her stomach turn and her heart to squeeze, but it was also what drove her to visit him. To stand in his doorway and watch his steady breathing. To watch the bruises fade and the nurses flutter around him. It's a miracle he survived and she'd seen his scans. She knew that there was a high possibility that he wouldn't even remember his name. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Maybe it was a gift, a second chance.
She watched, every day, for nearly a year, and then suddenly confused brown eyes looked back at her.