Okay this is just a tester just to see how people react to the second chapter. Same rules appeal from the first chapter.

I do not own Sherlock, this is the BBC version. Arthur Conan Doyle owns Sherlock Holmes and all the characters. BBC made the program and are making the money. I am but a fan of this pairing, and make no money from writing this. It contains massive spoilers for the ending of 'The blind banker' which I've alternated.

Rating: M

Pairing: John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, slight mention of John Watson/Sarah

Out of character may follow for a while but the characters will return to them normal-selves in due course.


I never liked hospitals, ironic for a doctor isn't it? Plastic chairs, screaming children and beds of people that were beyond the help of being healed short term. Two doors flung open and a bed was being pushed out, in the bed a frail old lady looked dazzled by the sudden change of scenery and her hands twitched from the rush of excitement. I glanced down at the floor, hands grasping the side of my head; trying to block out a couple of sisters asking for the status of their grandmother, which was reported as 'incurable'.

I wanted somebody to tell me that Sherlock would be alright, that maybe I could go to sleep knowing that when I woke up Sherlock would still be there for me. Words like 'Critical' and 'coma' didn't make any sense to me. I heard the word 'dull' ring through my ears as the nurse began to ask me questions, what had happened? What was my relation to Mr Holmes? Was there anyone I wanted to call? A warm paper cup was then shoved into my open hand and a green blanket draped around my shoulders for the 'shock'. The blood on my hands had been washed off a few hours ago after I had been checked for Injuries, but there was still a thin layer stuck beneath my nails; Sherlock's blood.

Sherlock...

Tears ran down my face, and my body shook with silent sobs. Why did this one man's blood affect me when no other man's did? Why did I valve Sherlock's life more than anyone else's? Why did the thought of losing him scare me more than the thought of dying myself?

I love him.

"I love you," I whispered before the world was swept away in a blur of bright lights, and white coats.


"Dull." Sherlock scoffed, eyes off the television screen after the character named Buttercup was pulled into a kiss by her beloved. "Give it a few more minutes Sherlock," John said grabbing a handful of popcorn. Sherlock smirked delightfully and he reached forward and took hold of John's chin. "As you wish..." he mumbled before his lips went to cover his partners. A buzz and suddenly the lights went out and Sherlock was gone. Two tears ran down the doctors cheeks as he called out for him, 'why was I crying? Wasn't I happy? ' John thought just as he heard Sherlock behind him.

"I've got to go." Sherlock yelled out in the distance. John turned to him blurry under the new bright lights.

"Really now?" He said sadly. Sherlock smiled and scooped down to his John and held him close. "I'll be back, don't worry." He said wiping away John's tears before his lover stepped away from him. Little things around him disappeared, pictures, articles, bills, cards. Sherlock clung to himself as he felt chills wrap around his body and the light began to dim. Sherlock watched the light for a moment before he felt the warmth of arms surround his body. "No, not this please." Sherlock whispered. As the lights went out a tear ran down his cheek and all that he knew disappeared.


Okay so I was going to go with anemia plot, what do people think? Should I kill Sherlock off? Or should I follow a Anemia plot with John helping Sherlock regain his feelings?

Sorry for the shortness x