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Moriarty was dead. He was finally dead. Renée was more at ease especially since the twins were back in the flat. Renée was holding Hamish’s hands helping him walk, he fell here and there Renée was trying her best not to grow frustrated with her son, as every time he fell he looked back at her and giggled a little bit.

Michelle was wandering around the flat, she was still wobbly and fell from time to time, crying every time. Sherlock was of course immediately at her side picking her up. It made Renée smile, he sure did coddle her.

Sherlock’s text tone filled the flat Renée looked over at him, he closed his eyes obviously going through his mind palace to find something. His eyes opened quickly and Renée knew he had found it. He cleared his throat walking over to her, showing her his phone, she hesitated taking it; covering her mouth when she saw the initials. Her Father was finishing Moriarty’s work.

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Renée was pulled into a trauma, like usual she left her pager at the nurses station. She didn’t like it going off when she was dealing with a trauma, any distraction could be life or death for the patient and she wasn’t willing to risk it.

After about two hours the nurse walked into the room for what was at least the fifth time. ”Dr. Holmes. Your pager has been going off nonstop for the past two hours. It’s your husband, he has been admitted to the ER. Suspected poisoning.” Renée’s stomach twisted. ”Poisoning?” The Nurse nodded. ”Yes doctor, thats what it says.”

Renée took her pager from the nurse glancing at it only to get Sherlock’s room, she entered the room. She immediately took his chart quickly skimming over it, her heart rate slowed down when she saw the words “Successfully stabilized.” She put the chart down sitting beside Sherlock. "There was...something in my...tea..."

Renée shook her head at him. ”Clearly, as you’re stating the obvious which is something you never do.” She leaned down kissing his cheek gently running her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t long before Sherlock’s doctor came in.

"Mr. Holmes, do you take any medication for depression?" Sherlock shook his head, but Renée found it an odd question. "We found traces of Parnate in your system. We also found a high amount of Scotch Broom." Renée took in a sharp breath. Parnate was the antidepressant she had been prescribed, she also knew Scotch Broom was harmful in high amounts, though she was more curious as to how her antidepressants found their way into Sherlock’s tea. "Essentially, Mr. Holmes... You were poisoned."

Renée felt sick. Of course it was starting again, but of course it was with Sherlock. Moriarty’s goal was to hurt Sherlock, her Fathers goal had always been to hurt her. He was going to carry out Moriarty’s work, but in a different way. Renée looked at Sherlock, it was his life that was going to be on the line now.

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Renée had been sick in the mornings for a few weeks, she decided a pregnancy test at that point was a must. She tapped her finger impatiently on the counter, it was like watching paint dry; tedious.

When the test came back positive Renée walked out to the living room standing in front of Sherlock, showing him the positive pregnancy test. "What?! Again?!" Renée shook her head at her husband as he quickly sent a text, she assumed to John.

”Well, Sherlock Holmes. If you are going to insist on bedding me. I am going to end up pregnant.” Renée tried to say it with a serious face but couldn’t, she laughed looking at Sherlock. ”As long as I don’t have another set of twins, we will be fine.”

It wasn’t very long before John burst through the door. "Sherlock, what's wro-" John stopped seeing the test in Renée’s hand. "Bloody hell, Sherlock. You didn't." Renée rolled her eyes. ”Yes, he did. I’m pregnant. Again.

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Sherlock rushed into the bathroom which startled Renée, she could hear him getting sick but assumed it was the flu or something of the sort. "Renée..." Renée stood up quickly rushing over to Sherlock when she saw him come out of the bathroom and collapse to the floor, he didn’t look good, not at all. She had just made it to him and then he blacked out.

”Sherlock!” Renée gently smacked his cheeks trying to get him to wake up, his pulse was erratic and uneven and his breathing even worse. She pulled her phone out. ”Yes, I need an ambulance. 221B baker street.”

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Renée heard John come into Sherlock’s room, she looked over at him not moving her hand from Sherlock’s. "What's wrong? What's happened?" The question was directed at Renée but she couldn’t answer him. The Doctor that held Sherlock’s chart moved over to John.

"After running just about every test we could, we figured out that he was poisoned with high amounts of bleach. And now...he's comatose. As far as we can tell that is." Renée looked back over at Sherlock, she could feel her heart breaking, all that was running through her mind was: He isn’t going to wake up.

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Michelle was sitting by Sherlock’s music stand. ”Michelle, sweet heart. Come over to Mummy.” Hamish like usual was sitting in Renée’s lap but Renée could tell that the twins were aware there was something wrong with Sherlock. It had been a couple of weeks and he hadn’t been home. The twins of course noticed, but it seemed to hit Michelle harder than it hit Hamish.

The little girl wandered over to Renée, she started to pull herself up onto the chair with Renée’s help curling up in her lap beside Hamish, she looked over at her brother with a small whimper. It brought tears to Renée’s eyes, she couldn’t imagine raising the twins and her unborn child alone. She couldn’t imagine life without Sherlock.

Later that night, Renée brought the twins to Sherlock’s room. They brought a cot in for Renée to sleep on, and a crib for the twins. She got them down with no trouble and it wasn’t long before they were fast asleep.

Renée moved to Sherlock’s bed side taking his hand, she leaned down gently brushing her lips across his, she leaned down to whisper in his ear. ”Sherlock, I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can I need you to wake up. I can’t do this alone, I need you with me, so please, if you can hear me, please wake up...” Renée gently pushed his dark curls from his forehead gently kissing his forehead. Tears streamed down her cheeks, she felt so helpless, there was nothing she could do for him but watch him watch him live but not actually be alive. She couldn't stop thinking that he wouldn't wake up, she wanted him to wake up so badly. She wanted her husband back.

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The twins were in the hospital daycare and Renée was in Sherlock’s room still holding his hand, it had been about four months since he had fallen into his coma. He still hadn’t woken but all test showed there was still regular brain activity. John was in the room now as well, holding Renée’s antidepressants.

” Renée, you have to take your antidepressants.” Renée rolled her eyes standing up to face John. ”I don’t have to do anything John.” She replied putting a hand on her small baby bump. Morning sickness. She was still suffering from it. ”They impair my thinking, and they are bad for the baby

John let out an annoyed sigh, it made his own heart hurt watching Renée struggle to look after the twins on her own and juggle the sickness from her unborn child. ” Renée, everything is going to be fine. He will wake up. He’s Sherlock Holmes, he will outlive God.”

”John, everything is not going to be fine! My husband is in a coma, I am raising our two children who are both just over the age of one and carrying his third child, and he may or may not wake up. Everything isn’t going to be fine.” Renée sighed hooking her pager on her belt. ”I have rounds.”

”Should you be working?” John asked as she headed out of the room. ”You aren’t my husband John.” Renée replied. ”That is true but when he wakes up and anything has happened to you, he will kill me!” Renée left without another word. ”If he wakes up.” she whispered to herself walking down the hallway.

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Renée got a page from Sherlock’s doctor and immediately rushed up to his room. ”What? What happened? Is he okay?” Renée put a hand on her stomach she was out of breath as she had run up the stairs to get there.

”It appears he is waking up.” The doctor replied gesturing to Sherlock. Renée went over to Sherlock taking his hand. ”Sherlock?” she smiled when he seemed to respond to his name.

Once his eyes opened the doctor went over to Sherlock shinning a light in both his eyes. ”Welcome back Mr. Holmes, you were giving us all quite the scare.” Renée’s smile faded discomfort moving through her abdomen, then a sharp pain. She moved her hand back to her stomach taking in a sharp breath. Both John and the doctor moved over to her. ”I’m fine.” Renée said trying to disguise the pain dropping her hand from her stomach, though John didn’t seem convinced. ”I’m fine! Just focus on Sherlock, he was the one in a coma not me.”

Renée sighed taking the chart from the doctor who went to protest but she just raised her hand silencing him. ”I can finish the exam.” she said softly, shifting her weight from one foot to another discomfort still coursing through her body. ”I have a trauma patient in the ER, she is six, she is stable. Parents say she fell down the stairs, I called child services she is being abused.” Renée looked over at the doctor raising her eyebrows, he sighed leaving the room. ”Renée...” She groaned going over to Sherlock. ”John, I am fine. Can you please just go and get the twins from daycare? I am sure they would be happy to see Sherlock.” John glanced at Sherlock for a moment before nodding and leaving the room.

”Follow my finger.” Renée said avoiding the topic of the baby completely. She normally wouldn’t have done Sherlock’s exam, but she knew the chances of him talking to her about what just happened were slim if she was working. She gently placed her hand on Sherlock’s cheek. ”You seem fine.” she smiled slowly standing up jotting something down in Sherlock’s chart.

”Daddy!” Michelle giggled walking over to Sherlock’s bed Hamish following behind her, he had started walking around a month ago. Renée helped the two of them up on the bed, Michelle crawled over to Sherlock. Both the twins were getting talking down as well, learning slowly but surely.

”Mommy!” Hamish smiled wrapping his arms around Renée’s torso the best he could, Renée did he best not to flinch from the pain that moved through her. Something was wrong. ”Baby?” Hamish asked putting his hand on Renée’s stomach. She forced a smile onto her lips. ”Thats right Hamish.”

”Why don’t you go give Daddy a hug? I’m sure that would make him feel a lot better.” Hamish smiled crawling over to Sherlock moving onto his lap giving him a hug, Michelle made an annoyed noise at her brother, gently pushing him so that he lost his balance and ended up on the other side of Sherlock. Hamish simply glared at his sister.