The patient regained consciousness gradually over a couple of days. He half lay on his right side, arms neatly resting in front of his chest, in recovery position. He was dressed in a hospital gown to allow the tubes sticking out of his body some room.
When he came to, he felt a faint pain, dulled by heavy drugs, and moved his hands. He eyed the drip in his left one curiously. Feeding tube, he mused. So they were keeping him nourished. Dull. He shifted his gaze and spotted John, sleeping, his head resting on Sherlock's bed. The sight let a tiny smile flicker across the injured man's face. John was here! He longed to touch the familiar face but drifted back into sleep before he could.