John looked up at Sherlock, he was standing on the roof top.
"Goodbye John." He said and fell forwards, falling through the air and hitting the ground. John ran forwards but fell to the ground as a cyclist hit him. He pulled himself up and staggered towards Sherlock. The people who had gathered around him tried to stop him, but he needed his friend, his best friend.
"I'm a Doctor, let me come through, let me come through please. He's my friend, he's my friends, please. Jesus no, god no." John couldn't find any more words, his head was spinning and he couldn't see straight. His best friend was dead...
John opened his eyes, everything was white, he could hear the beep of a heart rate monitor somewhere in the room. Then he heard a voice, it was echoy and muffled but he clearly heard his sisters voice calling his name.
"John? John oh think god your awake, you had us all worried for a moment then." She said in a emotional voice.
"W... what happened?" John asked slowly, he was very confused and disoriented.
"You where shot in the shoulder, John. Your home now, in England, safe." Harry said.
"What do you mean? How long have I been here?" John asked in the same slow way.
"You've been here for about a month and a half John, you've been in a coma for a long time." Harry informed her brother.
"W... I don't understand, I was, he was de..." John trailed off; he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Doctor Holmes said that you would have probably had some sort of coma dream, it's one of the ways your brain tries to cope with being in a coma apparently." Harry said slowly to her brother so he would understand.
"Doctor Holmes?" John asked.
"Yes, he's a lovely man, tall with curly hair, he's got a strange first name though. Something like Sher-" Harry started but was stopped by John.
"Sherlock Holmes." John said, sitting up in the hospital bed. "It was just a coma dream, everything we did, just a dream." John said, slightly heartbroken.
"Doctor Holmes said that sometimes the dreams can feel like real life, for the first couple days you might not be able to sort the dream from the real world." Harry said to her confused brother.
"But it was all so real." John said, a small sob escaping his mouth.
"I think you should get some rest, I'll get Doctor Holmes." Harry said.
Harry left the room and a few minutes later Doctor Holmes walked in, John was almost breathless as he saw the man. He looked just like Sherlock; every little detail was the same.
"Hello Doctor Watson, may I call you John?" He asked as he checked the heart rate monitor.
"Uh, yes sure." John said slowly, he didn't know what to say, the man in front of him 'was' the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, but he really wasn't in just as many ways.
"How are you feeling, I can only imagine how confused you are right now." He said in a calm and upbeat voice, nothing like the Sherlock he knew and had grown to love.
"I... I'm fine." John stuttered. "How long will I be here?" He asked.
"A good few weeks yet, John. You've been in a coma for a long time, and depending on the severity of your injuries, you might need to learn to walk again." Doctor Holmes explained to John. "And you're going to be seeing a lot more of me."
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