Sherlock

"Mycroft, I have to go. No Mycroft, I'm heading home now. Mycroft, I'm hanging u—"

Sherlock saw lights flash and heard a honk before he hit his head and blacked out.

I open my eyes and look around me. I'm in a hospital according to the plain walls and strong smell of disinfectant.

"Welcome back, brother," I hear. I turn my head to see my brother, Mycroft, sitting in an old chair next to my hospital bed.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I ask, trying to sit up.

He comes over to help me sit up. "You've been unconscious for three days. I've been visiting whenever I get the chance."

He tries to help me move some more but I slap his hands away. "I can do it myself."

He gives me a sort of sad look as I try to move my legs so that i could push myself up. When they don't do anything I start to panic. "Mycroft, why can't I move my legs!"

He sits back into his chair and looks at me. "Sherlock, when you got into the crash you got a large piece of glass stuck in the bottom of your spine. Because of this nervous impulses can't get to your legs making it so you can't move or feel your legs."

"Where's my doctor? I need to see him!"

Once he was gone I start crying. Tears fall onto my legs, staining the sheet but I can't feel them.

Five minutes later Mycroft walks back in after a man in a lab coat and scrubs.

By the looks of his posture he was in the military. There's a bit of smudged lipstick on his cheek so he must have a girlfriend. No signs of ever having a wedding ring so it is not an affair.

"Hello, Sherlock, how are you feeling?" the doctor asks me as he sits in the chair Mycroft used to occupy.

I look at his name tag, "Will I ever be able to move my legs, Dr. Watson?"

He purses his lips and looks into my eyes. I note that his eyes are a deep blue, so deep it's like an ocean you can't swim out of. "It's possible that you will be able to walk again, but only with a lot of physical therapy. The process could take a year, maybe more. Until then you will be confined to a wheelchair."

I look away and Dr. Watson starts talking to Mycroft. "I need Sherlock's address so i can check on him a couple of times a week. I would send a nurse but I like to help all I can with patients like Sherlock.

After Mycroft tells him my address I am informed that I will be able to leave tomorrow.