Summary
Sherlock is beaten up and wakes up 3 days later in hospital, with John by his side.
Chapter 1
Pain. A lot of pain. He's running but he doesn't know why. Suddenly, somebody grabs at him, knocking him to the ground. Kicking him, punching him…
"Sherlock?"
No. He's not there, he's in his bed. No. Not his bed. What's that noise? Beeping? Crying… who is crying? Who?
"Sherlock, can you hear me?"
A voice. He knows that voice. His head hurts. In fact, everything hurts. He tries to open his eyes. They're heavy, but some light comes through.
"What's going on? Is he ok?"
"Yes, Doctor Watson, he's fine"
Doctor Watson? John? John's here?
"John.." all that comes out is a whisper.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, I'm here!" A hand grips his, and he forces himself to open his eyes. Faces are peering over him. Doctors, nurses. John.
"John."
"Shhh, don't speak. I'm here, I'm here."
After a while, the doctors and nurses left, leaving John and Sherlock alone. John forced a smile, but his eyes deceived him. He leaned forward.
"Sherlock, do you remember what happened? Do you know why you're here?"
Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, so ihe just shook his head. John cleared his throat.
"You, um. You were attacked. You've been… unconscious for three days.."
A flush of worry crossed Sherlock's face.
"You're fine, Sherlock. Just a few bruises" John flashed another smile and looked at his hands. Sherlock studies his face. It was clear that John was hiding something from him. But what? Sherlock felt his eyes closing. He listened to John breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
3 days later
John opened his eyes and yawned. What time is it? He thought. Glancing around the dimly lit room, his eyes fell on Sherlock, who was sitting up, staring at the wall in front of him. He was breathing quickly, too quickly, and he appeared to be shaking. John shifted in his chair.
"Sherlock?" Sherlock jumped and spun around, looking into John's eyes. "Are you ok?" Sherlock nodded, but that didn't convince John. The man was clearly distressed. John moved closer to Sherlock, reaching a hand out and placing it gently on Sherlock's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?"
"Nothing." He said, almost whispering. Sherlock lay down, resting his head on the cold pillow, John's hand still on his shoulder.
"You can tell me, you know. You can trust me Sherlock." John said timidly. Sherlock shivered.
"No, it's.. just nightmares". John saw the look in Sherlock's eyes, and he felt heavy-hearted..
Sherlock closed his eyes. Somehow, knowing that John was there was enough to make him feel safe again. When John was sure that Sherlock was asleep, he finally let out the tears that he'd been holding in for the past week. Why did he let this happen? Why did he let Sherlock go off on his own? He knew this was his fault. He knew it was.
First of all, I apologise if there's any bits that are rubbish. I'm still new at this. And second. Yay, I finished the first chapter