After the two men had hurriedly left the morgue, Molly was, once again, alone with the body. Well, and the samples Sherlock had left her to bring over once she was finished.
It was just typical of him to never let her do anything on her own and then, when she really really doesn't feel like helping (to be honest, it wasn't really about the helping, more about timing), he does.
She wasn't too thrilled about having to stop by at Baker Street before going home, not after what happend at that horrible Christmas party a few years ago, but she felt bad for Sherlock. Nobody likes collapsing, right?
Besides, she was worried and sure that John might appreciate another doctor taking a look at Sherlock. Thinking about it now, the dark spot on the detective's hand came back to her mind.
Weird the pathologist thought. She could have sworn she had seen something like that on a victim not too long ago.
She made a mental note to look into it and set off to finish the corpse.
A few hours later, after another battle with the gloves, she finally packed her stuff, sent John a text that she'd be coming over in about half an hour and took off to where the reports on past autopsies were kept.