John opened his eyes slowly to the piercing bright lights. Once his eyes adjust to the lighting he realised he was in a hospital room. "How are you feeling? "
John turned his head quickly but only to regret it. A stabbing pain ran all down his back. He cursed and closed his eyes shut.
"Probably not the best idea you know, you are in a lethal condition." John opened his eyes again. This prick, he thought. Sherlock laughed and looked down at his hands. They had been bandaged but there was still red blotches on them. He had a few cuts on his face from where he was punched.
John seemed to remember everything then. He was walking down and alley way because it was quicker to get to the flat that way. A group of men had appeared, clearly looking for trouble. John tried to get away but with no luck. They beat him to a pulp. As he was going unconscious he could hear Sherlock yelling his name. " What happened to them? "
"I called Lestrade. He took them away. " Sherlock looked away blinking rapidly. John couldn't believe it. Sherlock Holmes was crying.
"Are you okay?" John asked.
Sherlock looked at him as if he were crazy. "Am I okay? Look at you! You're the one lying in a hospital bed not me!"
Sherlock began to sob. John felt horrible and just wanted to help him. "I'm fine Sherlock. "
Sherlock looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry. "
"For what? " John asked.
"When I faked my death, I had no idea how much I hurt you." He wiped a tear away. "I thought you were dead. You weren't breathing and your pulse was stopping."
John sat up despite the pain. "Come here." Sherlock looked confused. John put his bruised arms out and Sherlock realised what he was doing.
Sherlock sat at the side of the bed and put his head on Johns shoulder. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and kissed his head. "I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me."
"I can't help it. " Sherlock yawned. John smiled and closed his eyes. They fell asleep together on the hospital bed knowing they would both be fine.