Sherlock It's only been a few hours and I feel numb like I have been sleeping for days. But I know that I have been awake for this nightmare.
The ambulance took Sherlock away and called another one for me, I know that it happened but I still can't believe my eyes. Why, why would he do it, why did he have to go? The doctors say I have a concussion and that I can't see Sherlock; the hospital beds are less comfortable then I remember.
I don't have friends, just one.
"SHERLOCK!"
I jump out of my skin and sit up in bed. I'm in a cold sweat and my vision is blurry, I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. I can hear Mrs. Hudson coming up the stairs; this is the third time this week. It's only been four days since he left.
"John, are you alright, dear?" Asks Mrs. Hudson as she stood at my bedroom door.
"Yeah, I will be okay." I start to get out of bed.
"I will make us some tea, dear." Says Mrs. Hudson as she walked down the stairs. I got out of bed and look into the mirror; I have black bags under my eyes from my nightmares, my hair is messy and I have tears still on my cheeks. I wipe them away and start digging through my dresser to find some clean clothes. I pull out a sweater; it's the sweater I first met Sherlock in I pull it over my head and pull my pajama pants off and slip my boxers and jeans on.
I walk into the kitchen and found Mrs. Hudson pouring the tea into mugs for us; there's an extra mug on the table, Sherlock I pick my mug up and walk over to the chair and sit down.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson but I would like to be alone please." I say with a soft smile to her.
"Of course, dear." She pats my shoulder and walks down the stairs. I sigh and sip on my tea; I look over to his chair and I can almost see him sitting there and working on a case. I get out of my chair and walk over to the window; I should clean this place up, but I walk into the kitchen and over to the sink and put my mug in it. I grab my jacket and slowly walk down the stairs. I tell Mrs. Hudson that I'm going out for a walk and I start to walk out the door.
I have been walking for a few hours but it feels like forever; it didn't even notice it was raining until I stop at Tower Bridge. It's about six in the morning and there is no one around, just a few cars. I walk to the middle of the bridge and look out at the water. The wind blows my hair around and I close my eyes; I wonder if this is what Sherlock felt before he I open my eyes and look down and wonder if I would die from hitting the water or drowning.
"Sherlock, if I were to jump, would I see you again? I know this is silly but I think if I talk to you like this, you can hear me. I know you would call me stupid but I feel like you are still here with me but I know you're not. I wish you were here with me but if I were to jump I could be with you. Sherlock, I want to tell you something before I see you again." I climb over the fence of the bridge, hang my legs over it and put my hands beside my legs.
"Sherlock, you are my best friend and I love you." I close my eyes and push off when-
"JOHN!" I whip my head up and see Sherlock holding my hands. His eyes are full of fear and sadness.
"John, why would you want to do this?"
"I did you hear what I said?"
"Yes." Says Sherlock as he starts to pull me up. When he gets me over the fence, he loses his balance and I fall on him.
"John don't ever do that again, I thought I was going to lose you. I couldn't "
"Sherlock don't you're back and I won't ever leave you."
"John, I don't think you are that stupid and I love you too." Says Sherlock as he blinks back tears and runs his fingers through my hair. I smile at him as tears run down my cheeks and fall on his face. He starts to pull my head down to his.
"Sherlock "
Our lips touch and we pull away then go back and smash our lips together. After a few minutes I get off him and pull him up.
"Let's go home, John."