A/N: Hey guys! So this is another fanfiction based off of a Tumblr post. I think it's just going to be a single chapter one, but who knows… I don't remember what Tumblr post this was from, but I DO NOT OWN THIS IDEA. I simply saw the post, and decided to give it a shot;) Anyways, this is an AU where Sherlock Holmes is just an average bloke who got into some sort of accident where he's in the hospital and is in a coma. Also, John Watson is only Sherlock's doctor. I wonder how this will go...
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Tumblr Post: post/54638676894/a-sherlock-au-were-it-turns-out-sherlock-has-made
(thank you user chocolaty for the link!)
"How is he?" Mycroft asked as he shuffled over to the uncomfortable chair, next to the hospital bed.
"He's still the same as before, remaining in his comatose state." Doctor Watson replied sadly, standing by the end of the bed with a clipboard in hand.
Mycroft sighed and put his head in his hands. "How long will all this last?" He pleaded the Doctor.
"I'm afraid we can't tell until he shows any signs." The Doctor replied.
"Then what do we do?" Mycroft asked, helplessly.
"Keep visiting him. Believe it or not, he can still hear you." He stated. Mycroft moved his hands from his face to look at his sleeping brother, studying him He had a long gash running down the side of his pale face, and ending at his chin. Dark shadows drooped under his eyes, making him look like a ghost, while his upper lip had several cuts. His right arm and leg were both rapped in a hard white cast. Overall, he looked terrible.
Mycroft just wished that he would open his crystal-like eyes, and be okay.
"Will you do me a favor?" Mycroft asked, tears pooling in his eyes.
"Yes, of course." Dr. Watson replied.
"When Sherlock was young, I used to always read him detective stories," he chuckled at the memory, "and he loved them so much, he even declared that he wanted to be a detective!" Mycroft laughed a little more while tears started to spill down his face. "Of course, that never happened, but I think the dream lived on." Mycroft trailed off for a moment, leaving Dr. Watson completely lost. "Whenever you get the chance… Would you-"Mycroft paused again, wiping more tears from his face, "-Would you please read him some detective stories?" He asked, finally looking up at the Doctor with a pleading look in his eyes.
Dr. Watson was a bit surprised at the request at first, but then his eyes soften as he agreed. "Of course, Mr. Holmes. I'll read to him whenever I get the chance to." He offered a smile, and Mycroft returned one just barely.
Mycroft pulled out a thick book that was in his arms when he walked in, and handed it to the Doctor.
"This is his favorite collection." He simply said. John Watson accepted the book. After a few quiet moments, Mycroft got up slowly, and left the room after a glance at his little brother.
Dr. Watson stared down at the dusty old book in his hands, then out the door to where Mycroft just exited, then to Sherlock. He sighed, then sat down on the uncomfortable chair, cleared his throat, and opened to chapter one.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?"
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! I'm sorry, I really don't know anything about any medical terms or anything, but PLEASE let me know what you thought of this story! Thank you!