"john... please stay with me. Im so sorry, believe me i am! I never knew that leaving would do this to you. P-please John. For me, don't die. I need you."
John struggled to stay consious. The cuts were deep, he knew. Deep enough for him to have bled out in a few minutes, thats exactly what he had wanted. But, because he didn't bleed out, he knew someone must have found him.
Mrs. Hudson? No the grip this person had was too firm.
Medics? no he would be on a stretcher with tubes sticking in him already.
Lestrade? maybe but not probable.
but he didn't have anyone else... Lestrade is the only one who could possibly be here right now.
i haven't talked to Lestrade since... since it all happened. Why would he be here now?
As time went by, he began to hear things that were happening around him
john- please- know- stay with me- please- for me... dont dieAs the realisation of who was speaking began to sink in, his thoughts grew blurry, the voice of his best friend began to sound distant, he felt himself falling through a tunnel of darkness
NO WAIT! He's alive! i need him to know that i hear him! Sherlock! Sherlock please im here! i hear you! im not dead!Sherlock was in tears, cradling the bloody, battered, and frail form of John Hamish Watson. The greatest man that he ever knew. His first friend. He loved John more than anything else.
Oh, John thinks Sherlock crushed on Irene, no. John was the one Sherlock was in love with. John and only John.
"Sherlock. i-im here" a weak voice choked out.
Sherlock looked down with a shaky smile as tears freely fell down his face and onto the tattered, beige jumper that John wore. it was stained with the blood of a desperately sad man, who just wanted his friend back.
"The medics are on their way, John. You'll be okay. i promise. You hear me?"
"John?!"
"NO!"
Sherlock frantically searched for a pulse but he was shaking so badly that he couldnt even hold his fingers against the neck.
'Ah. John. Took you long enough.'
John, who was laying on the floor, suddenly sat up, bolt right. He looked down at himself frantically.
No blood on his clothes?
No bruises on his body?
He lifted his shirt sleeve slowly,
No... cuts or burns?
John suddenly remembered that someone had spoken earlier. He looked up quickly and saw a man whom he had never thought he would see again... a man he had prayed he would never see again.
The man was watching him curiously. When they made eye contact, he smiled slightly.
'well'
John straightened up, shoulders back, feet together, arms held strictly at his side.
But he said nothing.
'Hmm. Not quite what i was expecting but ill take it...'
Still John did not reply.
'You're dying, you know... you did a good job at insuring that you succeeded. Are you satisfied? You left a gruesome mess for your landlady to clean up.'
John still said nothing.
What could he say to the man who tortured him for two years? Made his life a hell just because he wanted to. The man wasn't even looking for information. The man was just bored... Now, he was supposedly dead or dying and this is the person who greeted him at the end?
'You will speak when i am talking to you!"
John's first thought was of fear. He wanted to flinch back. But he held his ground. Hid his emotions behind a mask that he had perfected over the years.
John made a quick decision.
His posture relaxed and he took on a lazy stance.
'Or what? im already dead.'
This clearly surprised the man.
'How dare you talk to me like that?!'
'Look i don't have time for this. I need to get back to reality so if you could just shove off, that would be great'
John had no idea where all this bravado was coming from. He looked and sounded as if he didn't have a care in the world. When he was, actually, incredibly terrified.
The nightmares of what this man did while he was in the enemy prison never went away. Sherlock, often played the piano to wake him up, of course, Sherlock would never admit to it. But the nightmares grew worse once Sherlock... since it all happened.
'How dare you?! i will whip you until the skin of your back is hanging off you body and then i will peel it away and laugh as you scream in agony and--'
'You've already done that. You really going to repeat a method of torture? in the two years that I've known you, you've never done that'
John smiled to himself at the look on the other mans face. The man charged at John and punched him in the stomach
'ILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE! I WILL KEEP YOU DOWN HERE WITH ME FOR THE REST OF-'
"John? John wake up!"
John sprinted up, his hand reaching out and grabbing a hand that was laying on his arm quicker than the hand could retreat.
"John! John! its okay. you're okay. you're safe."
"wh- who- no where is he?!"
"John hold on youve been through a shock!"
"dont bloody give me that Lestrade! where is he?! i have to see him!"
John started getting out of the hospital bed and Lestrade desperately tried to hold him back without hurting him.
"Blimey this is harder than i expected" lestrade grunted.