My immortal

by luvmyangelofmusic

A/N

This came to me because I was feeling really depressed when I started to write it. It has Character Death so be prepared.

Song is my immortal by Evanescence

Chapter One

I'm so tired of being here suppressed by all of my childish fears

John remembered the day. He had insisted that Sherlock go to the doctors, his friend has been complaining of illness recently so taking a grumpy and grumbling Sherlock to the local GP. They had been referred onto a neurologist.

Sherlock had terminal brain cancer.

And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

Sherlock had a year at best. A healthy normal human being had a year at best. But Sherlock did not. Years of drug abuse and abuse to his body due to poor diet and unhealthy habits. Sherlock had months at best. Weeks at the worst. He would die. Leave John all alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pains just too real there's just too much that time cannot erase

Then the symptoms started. At first it was just headaches, but steadily they got worse. Sherlock could no longer have the lights on and he was constantly screaming from the pain in his head. No painkillers would help. Nothing could fix him. He was broken. John could do nothing but sit there and apply cold compress, not that it did much. He had quit his job to take of Sherlock. The worlds only consulting detective was dying.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

Then had come the balance problems. Sherlock used to bound up the stairs like an impala or a big cat. Now John had to half carry him up. He would fall over constantly. He was constantly nauseous and eventually was confined to the couch or Johns bed, his nights were just as bad. The headaches woke him from his sleep, screaming. John had taken to sleeping in the same room to keep an eye on him. Every time he screamed, John would wrap an arm around him and comfort him until he fell asleep again only to repeat it all over again.

and I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me

Sherlocks behavior started to rapidly change. He would go from happy and bubbly to crying and screaming. John hated those days. Mrs Hudson had come up at one episode and Sherlock had thrown a book at her and screamed that she was trying to kill him. John had to tell her then. She had broken down in his arms and ran over to hug Sherlock who was thankfully having a better day.

you used to captivate me by your resonating light now I'm bound by the life you left behind your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

"John I'm blind"

Sherlock was blind, and totally deaf in one ear now. John knew that soon his mind would go. Seizures, aphasia, vomiting, and finally death. John had a plan.

That night he walked into Sherlocks room. His friend was so pale and weak by now he didn't put up any fight as John placed a pillow over his face. John held his friend still as he died slowly in his arms. When the last of the twitching stopped John removed the pillow and looked down upon his friend he shut his eyes and cried silently all night.

He posted the last post on his blog:

I have now been compelled to make a clear statement of his career it is due to those injudicious champions who have endeavored to clear his memory by attacks upon him, whom I shall ever regard as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.

John remembered a long lost memory of his first case with Sherlock.

"Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and I think one day, if we're very,very lucky, he might even be a good one"

He was a good man.

The best John had ever known.