As sudden as a pen dropping my phone rang. I didn't waste any time sliding it open and answering.
"Hello?" my voice waivered just enough for me to understand exactly how worried I was.
"Good news, Sherlock's fine. He's fine John. He just needs to rest a bit." Mycroft's voice echoed from the other end. Everything stopped for a moment, my heart beating faster eyesight becoming hazy my breath hitched and for a moment I felt as if everything were too good to be true, Sherlock was fine and everything was fine and we would be fine.
I just kept waiting for the bad news to come, it never did. "Are they letting him have any visitors?" Please god say yes, say yes.
"No, he can't see anyone. Not yet at least, they said the next couple hours are crucial to his recovery. They won't be letting anyone in. Just get here as soon as possible." For Mycroft, this was the first time of me hearing the barriers around him melt away.
"Got it." Just as I was going to hang up, he said one last thing.
"It wasn't your fault John." To that I had no response except a click.
Rushing to the hospital from the surgery seemed like slow motion. I was hyped up on adrenaline with no outlet to offset it, sitting in a cab with traffic all around. Tapping on my knee…red light to green light, no difference though still as slow as if trying to run through water…Then finally something clicked, all the pain I had felt was because in the moment that I was sure I had lost Sherlock, I felt all the hopes of telling him telling him exactly how I felt how I wanted…how I needed him I realized that I would never be able to tell him, I would never be able to love him or grow old with him. But like a rush of adrenaline the fact that Sherlock was ok made me feel as if I could do anything.
As the cab stopped in front of the hospital I felt a bit of hesitation I pushed it aside tossed the money at the cabbie and jogged inside, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. As I finally made it to the eigth floor I saw Mycroft sitting on one of the benches, Greg was attached to him...at least it looked that way until I got closer and realized that it was much more intimate than just a simple embrace. Coughing they turned to find me standing there and they quickly pulled apart.
"So, Sherlock going to be able to have visitors anytime soon?" I asked, hoping the answer would be in my favor.
"Actually yes, the nurse came by just a bit ago and said he'd be able to see his first guest in just a couple moments." I exhaled the breath I did not know I was holding. The next 30 minutes were the longest in my entire life. I took that time to think, think of exactly how I could ever come to tell Sherlock my feelings, at this point I was more afraid of not telling him then I was of telling him and him not feeling the same; thinking back I felt like both of us had been interested in eachother for some time, but of course neither of us was ready for anything more than what we already were. My thougths were interupted by the clicking of high heals on tile. The nurse was back.
While she was gone we had decided that Mycroft should be the first one allowed to see him because they were brothers after all. But as the nurse came over and said that Sherlock was able to have visitors now, and as Mycroft got up she said "Actually sir, the patient has requested the company of a Dr. John Watson."
A/N: Ok, so not really sure how that went, hope it was better than my other stories. I was going to make this just a oneshot, but I just couldn't; especially after finishing my other long term project, I need something to occupy my time. Of course though, my motivation to post depends on how many reviews I get :) thank you to all thoe of you who read this.
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