Sherlock's POV:
As I look at his squirming body, and hear his cries, I can't help but think I can stop it. I'm the only one that can fix him. But I can't. It's not time. Not yet.
I hear those same words, the same words that he screams out every night, as his body twists and turns. 'For me, one more miracle for me'. And I feel sudden rush of sadness, the only sort of emotion I have ever felt. He's breaking me, although I know it's all my fault. I hold my hand over my mouth to quieten myself. I start to reach out to his shaking head, but stop short of stroking him, and hugging him, and telling him everything's going to be alright, and that I'm always here for him, no matter what. He's the only person I have ever cared about, and probably ever will care about. He's changed me. Now, I've changed him for worse. His choked sobs get louder, as her squirms even more. I often wonder what would happen if he found out, imagine what he would do. I want to tell him so bad, I want to tell him soon, but I know it's too early.
Everyone thinks I have no emotions, but it's killing me too, to have to live without him, to watch him suffer, to see the world keeps turning. I've fallen off the edge, and I'm falling, I can't stop, he reaches for me, but I'm too far gone. There's no going back once I've fallen, he can't save me, not now.
I re-run those last few, precious moments when we both knew I was about to go, when he knew I was still there. And then there's the time when I was gone. They're always in my head, every minute of every day, I try to picture the pain I caused him, it must be ten times worse than mine. His words won't stop going through my head, 'hero' 'ever known' 'miracle'.
I see the sun begin to rise through his window. I know it's time to leave, I watch his body twist and turn some more, as I stand up to go. I still hold my hand tightly over my mouth, to prevent myself from crying out and telling him everything. I walk out the room, as I do every morning as the morning sun appears. I care about him, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
He's what keeps me going; he's what makes me carry on.
Hope you like it, I'm going to test Sherlock and John's POV trying to keep them in character but watching each other. Please review:)