Disclaimer: I own everything :D! Exept Sherlock, John and Harriet :(
Sherlock watched as John talked to one of the doctors. They were in a hospital right outside the room where Harriet was.
Earlier that day Harriet came to see John. On her way to 221b she got hit by a car and now they were in a hospital and Harriet was probably going to die.
Sherlock had not intended to come, but it was Johns sister and John would need company so he came.
Everyone reassured John that everything would be fine but Sherlock knew the truth so did John. Sherlock thought as he sat down.
John sat down next to Sherlock "You know...She had just stopped drinking." Sherlock heard John's muffled voice. "That's why she came to see me." John continued.
Sherlock did'nt know why he was so sad. If Mycroft would be the one that got hit by a car he would'nt feel any different than he already was.
"Well Im going to get something to eat from the cafeteria. I would bring you something. But I know you well enough that you do'nt want anything" John informed as he got up from the chair and left. Sherlock did'nt want to eat anything right now, John was right. Somehow it felt really nice that someone knew you so well. And not just someone. That someone had to be John.
Sherlock watched as two doctors came from the room Harriet was in. He knew it was over soon. He could read it from their faces. All those feelings. He started to wonder what it would be like to feel some of those emotions. He would probably ignore them but it was still really interesting.
Sherlock was distracted by John sitting down and saying "I forgot my vallet home"
"No, I stole it because I was bored ." Sherlock muttered.
"You know, sometimes youre really stupid. Now give me ba-" John started but a one of the doctors interrupted.
"Excuse me, but I have to tell you something." Sherlock already knew what she was going to say. "Harriet has passed away. Im so sorry for your loss" She said looking sorry. Sherlock wondered if she was honest or just such a good actor.
Like John would even need her apologies when he has me. Wow that sounded really greedy... Sherlock thought.
"Oh... Okay." John got out. As the doctor left, tears started forming into John's eyes.
Sherlock watched as John's silent tears streamed down his face. It was awful to watch. Sherlock had seen many people die and it had not mattered. But when John was sad so was Sherlock. That was a whole new feeling.
And in that moment, he realized why he was sad and feeling the feelings he was feeling. Not because of Harriets death. Because of John. Because John looked so weak as he sat there. Anger because some stupid guy hit Harriet with his car and now John was sad. He felt so many feelings. So many feelings just because of John.
He realized that he would do anything to stop those tears and get John smiling again. All he wanted to do was to make John happy and smiling. And all he was going to do was make John happy and smiling.
Sherlock Holmes realized, he loved John Watson. His John Watson.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever and I dont speak english as my main language so plz no hate.