Nurse Services, Chapter one

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked John while helping him getting rid of the bomb planted on him. John could hear his voice tremble a bit, was he scared perhaps?

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine…" John answered but Sherlock didn't seem to hear him. His eyes were focused on getting the bomb off him. He finally ripped off John's jacket together with the bomb and threw it away from where they were standing. John felt his legs go weak and was caught by Sherlock in the last second before landing on the floor.

"I've got you. Here sit down, I'll have a look around" Sherlock said and went to check that Jim was gone. John sat down against the wall trying to catch his breath.

"Oh Christ…" he sighed. Sherlock returned after a few seconds but couldn't relax since he continued walking back and forth by the pool. "Are you ok?"

"Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Fine…" Sherlock answered. John wasn't fully convinced but let it pass this time. "That er… that thing you… that you did, that.. um… you offered to do…that was… um… good"

John sighed. "Well, I'm glad no-one saw that"

"Mm?"

"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk"

"They do little else" Sherlock answered and smiled a smile John loved to see. He couldn't help but smile back. He started trying to get himself up on his feet but then he saw it again. The red dot pointing at his heart. "Oh bugger…."

"Sorry boys! I'm so changeable" they heard Jim's voice saying before he popped out again in front of them. Sherlock then noticed that he also had got the red dots on his body aiming for both his head and heart. "It is a weakness with me but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You boys can't be allowed to continue… you just can't. I would try to convince you but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind" Sherlock looked at John who looked back a bit scared but nodded.

"Then probably my answers have crossed yours" Sherlock said while turning to Jim and pointing his gun at him. However he then lowered his gun and it was now pointing at the jacket with the bomb. Jim's face turned to anger and his eyes fixed on the gun. Sherlock looked at Jim one last time before firing the gun. In less than 1 second the bomb exploded and they were all thrown backwards. Glasses broke, part of the walls flew up in the air because of the pressure and the whole place started to burn.

When Sherlock came to he shook his head and looked around. The place was still burning so he couldn't have been out that long. He got up and looked around. A few meters from him to the left lay Jim's body, torn in three parts. 'Oh my God, where's John?' Sherlock thought to himself and started panicking. He had a few bleedings on his own body but right now he couldn't care less. He needed to find John, quick! When he turned his face to his right he noticed a body lying beneath some rocks and parts of the walls.

"John!" Sherlock called out and ran to his side. He removed the rocks and everything else as quickly as he could and finally got to him."John, are you alright?! John!" He didn't move or react to Sherlock's voice at all. Sherlock panicked, he couldn't be…? "No John, don't do this to me! Please!" He was careful not to move his body and then checked his breathing. There was none. He sat on his knees and started giving him CPR. "C'mon John! I am a high-functioned sociopath so I can't lose my only friend in this world. Not when I haven't told you about my feelings yet! Come on!"

After blowing air into his lungs after the third time John suddenly started coughing and breathing again. He was bleeding from a lot of places and had dirt all over his body because of the explosion. Sherlock grabbed John's sweater, tore it apart on a few places and used the pieces to try to stop the bleeding.

"Sher….lock….." he then heard John whisper.

"It's all right John. I'm here. Don't move, just lay still!" he answered and then heard a police siren nearby. "It will be alright"

After just a few minutes a pack of policemen stormed the building along with some firemen. They saw Sherlock and John and called for the ambulance men to pick them up. They came back and took John with them to the ambulance, Sherlock following right behind.

"Sherlock!" someone then screamed. It was Lestrade. "Sherlock what the bloody hell happened here?"

"Sorry, no time to explain now, need to take John to the hospital immediately. Come there later and I will tell you everything" Sherlock answered and then got inside the ambulance. The hospital let Sherlock inside one room for minor injuries and took John to another one for more bad ones. Sherlock though hated the fact of not knowing what was going on. He could feel the people in the ambulance being worried about John but not too much which was a relief.

A nurse then came into his room and started mending his wounds. He was told that he would probably heal in less than 2 to 3 weeks. "How is John?" he then asked the nurse. "The man who was in the same ambulance as me"

"He's got some nasty bleedings, a few broken ribs, a broken arm and a small concussion but after 3 months he should have healed perfectly so nothing to worry about dear" the nurse said and smiled.

"Can I see him, please?"

"I will have to ask the doctor so just wait here a few minutes" The nurse went out of the room and shut the door behind her. She came back after what felt like ages for Sherlock. "The doctor said that he's sleeping right now and we gave him pain killers so he will need his sleep. But, if you insist on seeing him you are allowed to enter the room and sit next to him. But if you are going to hold his hand, try not to awaken him. "

Sherlock looked at her. "Why would I hold his hand?"

"…aren't you his boyfriend?"

"…." Sherlock didn't know what to answer. Sure he wasn't John's boyfriend but still they were colleges and most of all friends. However thinking like this always somehow made him feel weird. "I'm his best friend"

"Oh….. well, I'll take my leave then. When you start to feel alright you can visit him. He's in room number 221, it's a private room" The nurse took off and Sherlock got up from the bench he was sitting on. His coat and all of his stuff lay on the chair next to the door and since he probably wouldn't come back to this room he brought it all with him.

He managed to find John's room and entered it silently, without making any noise so that he wouldn't wake up. He looked at the bed and found John filled with bandage on his broken arm and a few stitches on his head. Since he had a blanket he couldn't see the rest of his body. If there were any bandages of course.

He put his things on the chair in the corner before taking the smaller chair next to it, put it beside the bed and sat down. He had seen hundreds of dead bodies filled with blood all over but seeing John like this was the worst scenario he could ever imagine. Careful not to wake him up he put his hand on John's.

"John, I'm so sorry for this. I never wanted this to happen to you….you're my best friend" Sherlock whispered. However he knew deep inside that wasn't the entire reason. He started to remember what had slipped out of his mouth at the pool while giving John CPR. 'But how can a genius like me actually have some kind of feelings for an ordinary person, and especially a guy like John?' John wasn't an ordinary guy for Sherlock. He was the man that had changed his life forever. He had gotten himself a best friend whom he could trust and who could help him solve crimes since no one else seemed to understand how he worked with his brilliant mind palace and all. 'But still, the great Sherlock Holmes doesn't really have ordinary feelings' he thought to himself, but knew that also was a lie. He got a funny feeling inside of him when he thought of John or when he was close to him. Even sitting in a normal cab together would somehow make his heart skip a beat.

'It can't possibly be…...that thing called….love?' Sherlock thought to himself and then looked down at John again. Only seeing the stitches and his broken arm made Sherlock worried and feeling he wanted to protect him. 'Oh my God…..I think I am actually in love with him…I'm actually in love with my best friend….' Sherlock thought and groaned. This was not what he had planned the first time he met John. He just wanted someone who could be his flat mate and maybe work with him without wanting to punch him in the face all the time.

Suddenly he heard a small knock on the door. "Yes?" The door opened slowly. "Molly"

"Sherlock, are you alright?" Molly whispered, Sherlock then looked at her.

"Did you just come here from a date?"

"Yes….why?"

"Well first thing you are wearing thicker make up than you usually do, the dress is expensive but not enough to scare a guy away, same with the heels and you have a strong perfume on so that he wouldn't notice the smell of garlic from your lunch today but sadly he did. He is a smoker, going by the smell of tobacco you brought in here and sorry to say but he's married. Probably two kids and a wife since 10 to 15 years back I assume. Seems not like a happy marriage though since he was trying to have an affair, not courage to get a divorce though"

"…..thanks for that. Well, it wasn't a good date anyway" Molly said a sighed. "I'm glad you're ok since you are able to see my entire night out. How's John?"

"He will probably have to wait 3 months before perfectly healed. But I'm glad it's not too serious"

Molly then looked at him. "You need to eat something, I'll go buy a sandwich or so" she said and got up.

"Digestion is boring, I don't need to eat or drink right now"

"I don't care if you think it's boring. You had a horrible day it seems and I bet you haven't eaten for a while so I'm buying it anyway" Sherlock couldn't argue with her. She smiled and went out. When she came back she found Sherlock sleeping with his head next to John's leg on the bed and still holding his hand. 'How cute. However his neck won't like that but that's not my problem right now' She put down the sandwiches on the table next to John's bed were it would stay cool and wrote a note. She then took a blanket from the cupboard and put it over Sherlock so he wouldn't get cold.

'I had a feeling about those two' Molly thought and smiled. "Sweet dreams boys"