Show me that you're human.
'Just for once Sherlock, show me that you're human.' John bellowed, 'This isn't something you can just delete.'
'I don't see why no-'
'You don't have to pretend it's all perfect. I love your flaws and live for your mistakes. I know you're broken and alone right now just, please, talk to me.'
'He's dead. What's being sentimental about it going to help.'
'Just show me that you're human. You won't break. It's only me, I know you feel things.'
His coolness on the surface was wearing thin.
'You can't hide from this'
He retreated to his room to escape but John followed and saw the marks upon his skin
'Oh Sherlock,' he dropped to his knees in front of him. 'what have you done?'
'He was sposed to be the smart one. He was sposed to be able to take care of himself. He wasn't supposed to die' the words came out strained.
John cleaned the cuts on Sherlock's arms and bandaged them. He then sat silently on the bed stroking Sherlock's hair until he fell asleep on John's chest. 'Maybe that giant brain of his makes him more human than the rest of us. Maybe he needs to switch it off.'
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