I lay on a lumpy hospital bed with scratchy blankets and no idea how I had gotten here. I sighed and blinked against the bright light, a dirty blond haired blond man in a green sweater comes into focus.

"Sherlock!" he exclaimed. "Thank god you're awake!"

I blinked a few more times then asked, "Do I know you?"

His face crumpled.

"Obviously I do, otherwise you wouldn't be here, but who are you? Other than a doctor."

He forced a smile. "Its nice to know you're in there somewhere."

I looked at him blankly.

"Do you remember my name?"

I shook my head.

"John Watson, and you're Sherlock Holmes internationally famous detective and my best friend of all time."

"John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. Yes, we were very close."

Whether this was an observation or a memory, I could only hope for the best and fear the worst.

"And what did we do?" he asked in an aloof tone.

"I assisted in your investigations."

Before he could reply his nurse came in. "Mr. Holmes it's a lovely surprise to see you're awake. I'm Mary, your nurse."

"Why is it a surprise? How long have I been out?"

I turned to the nurse. "I' going to make some phone calls. Let everyone know he's awake."

In the hall, I called Mrs. Hutson, who said she would be by right away and Sherlocks's brother, Mycroft, who replied: Oh, good. I'll stop by if I get a chance.

He was asleep when I went back in, and, for a moment, I panicked.

"He's just tired." the nurse, a small girl with blond hair said.

"Tired? He's been asleep for over two years!" I placed a hand on the edge of the bed. "Why doesn't he remember me?"

"I don't know." she shook her head. "He doesn't have any brain damage."

"So you think its psychosomatic."

"Most likely. Can you think of any reason as to why?"

"He told me he was a liar. Maybe he was worried I believed him."

Mary raised an eyebrow as she jotted some notes about Sherlock on a chart. "Your opinion would have to mean the world to him for that to be true. What exactly is your relationship to Mr. Holmes?"

A thousand memories crashed through my mind. "That's a good question."

"I see. I'll let you enjoy your time with him," she put a hand on my shoulder then walked from the room.