John came home relatively late one night after work. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, well that was until he got in to his and Sherlocks flat.
'Sherlock !' Johns voice was a mixture of terror and anger as he saw Sherlock slumped in his chair with blood trickling down his face. 'Oh my god ! What happend to you' John continued but there was no response from Sherlock 'Sherlock ! Sherlock can you hear me ? Sherlock ?!'
'J-john ?' Sherlock whimpered.
'Yeah its me Sherlock' John said with a sigh of relief
'I tried to ring you' the words sliced through John like a knife.
'What happend !?' John exclaimed trying to get Sherlock's words out of his mind.
'Nothing' Sherlock replied sitting up with a painful gasp
'Nothing !? Are u kidding me you look half dead !' John said with a slight rage in his voice as he headed to the kitchen to get stuff to clean up Sherlock's vast array of wounds. When he returned Sherlock had positioned him self as comfortably as he could on the sofa. John put the bowl of walm water down on the floor as he helped Sherlock take of his jacket. Sherlock winced in pain as he sat forward with his elbows on his knees. John pushed Sherlocks hair back to reveal a nasty looking gash across his head that disappeared into his hair. With out another word and with Sherlock looking into his eyes John began to clean the wound the best he could but with every touch Sherlock would flinch until soon his eyes were filled with tears.
'I'm almost done okay ? I'm sorry but if I don't clean this properly it could get infected' John said in his calm doctoring voice. Sherlock nodded and let him continue.
'Okay all done. You get hurt any where else?' John said sitting cross legged on the floor in front of Sherlock. Sherlock shook his head and tried to lean back into the sofa but soon found him self doubled over grabbing his side in at first said nothing. It killed him seeing Sherlock like this.
'Can I take a look ?' John said gesturing to where Sherlock was clutching. Sherlock painfully unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a huge reddy purple bruise on his side. John looked sceptically at it for a few moments. Before Sherlock said
'I think I might need to be checked out by a doctor' jokingly. John looked at him and laughed
'Yeah I would say so too. But I think you will be okay. I can take you to the hospital ether now or in the morning if you like ?' John said sceptically.
'No I trust you. I'm sure I will be fine' he replied smileing down at John who soon sat up on his knees and continued to clean away the blood that was stuck to Sherlocks face. John was almost done when Sherlock grabbed his hand.
'Thank you John' Sherlock said in a half whisper as he held Johns had against his face and looked into his eyes. There was sincerity in his voice which some how froze the two in time. In that one moment. John said nothing. He was lost. Lost in Sherlocks beautiful eyes. The eyes that had seen so much pain and death but some how seemed so soft. Sherlock began to lean into him. His face became closer but John did not move neither did the two brake eye contact. Sherlock looked down at Johns lips then back into his eyes before kissing him firmly. At first John did not kiss back. It felt odd that it didn't feel odd but then John realised that it didn't feel odd because it was all he ever wanted and just as Sherlock began to pull away John kissed him back with the same amount of intensity that Sherlock had.