After a lot of arguing with Mycroft, Sherlock found himself walking into dorm 221B a few hours after leaving the doctor's office. Mycroft wanted Sherlock to stay home until the diagnosis came in. John had left earlier, and Sherlock smiled when he saw the blonde lying in bed with a book in his hands. He crossed the dorm and lied next to John, startling him since he didn't see or hear him come in.
"Sherlock what are you do-" John started. Sherlock bought John's lips to his again. John didn't protest, but instead dropped his book and tangled his hands in Sherlock's hair.
"I heard what you said," Sherlock said between a kiss. "I thought you should know that I feel the same way."
"How come you never said anything then?" John asked as he turned on his side to make room on the small bed and to face Sherlock.
"The same reason you didn't. I didn't know how you felt. It's awkward because we live together, if you didn't feel the same way, things would've been awkward," Sherlock said.
"Does this make you my boyfriend?" John asked.
"As long as you don't mind having a boyfriend who might have cancer or something just as bad," Sherlock said. John kissed Sherlock softly.
"Not one bit," John said. He placed his hand on the small of Sherlock's back to kiss him, but Sherlock winced. "I am so sorry."
"It's okay, honest mistake," Sherlock said. "Do you mind if we share a bed?"
"That's fine," John said. He lifted the covers and snuggled beneath, Sherlock resting his head on John's chest. "When do you get your results?"
"The blood tests might come back late tomorrow, the biopsy will take time though," Sherlock said. John kissed his forehead.
"Let's hope they come back normal and we've just overreacted," John said. He held Sherlock close to his chest.
"Thank you for everything John," Sherlock mumbled as he began to dose off.
"That's what boyfriend's are for," John said. He ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair, hoping Sherlock would be okay.
Sherlock decided not to go to classes the next day, the pain in his hip bone too severe for him to want to do everything. John went to classes after much persuasion by Sherlock. It was lunch break when John came in with a sandwich for himself and Sherlock. He found Sherlock sitting at his desk on his laptop.
"Did you know that if I require high doses of chemo I have to stay in the hospital for possibly months?" Sherlock asked. John closed the laptop.
"How long have you been doing that?" John asked.
"Since you left," Sherlock said. John pulled Sherlock up and dragged him to bed. He opened his knapsack and handed Sherlock a jug of milk and a sandwich. Sherlock stared at the milk.
"If I didn't drink this so much, the test wouldn't have hurt as bad," Sherlock said.
"Stop googling stuff, you're making this worse on yourself," John said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Sherlock rested against John, taking a bite of his sandwich and grimacing. "Still not for eating?"
"Not at all," Sherlock said. "I want to come to class."
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" John asked.
"It's only French and Trig," Sherlock said. He ditched the sandwich halfway through and took a few sips of milk.
"Ah, après la classe, aimeriez-vous aller pour le the?" John asked.
"Oui, ou a?" Sherlock asked.
"Le café de Mme Hudson," John said. "At least you've studied your French."
"Effronte," Sherlock smirked as he went to get dressed for classes.
"Monsieur Holmes, Monsieur Watson, you are needed in the office. Take your belongings," Madame Louise said. Sherlock and John picked up their knapsacks and made their way to the office. Mycroft was there waiting.
"What is it?" Sherlock asked.
"I've received a call saying to go to the Children's hospital with you," Mycroft said. "I thought maybe you would like John here as well."
"What did they say?" Sherlock asked. Mycroft said nothing, but lead the two of them to a car outside. John held Sherlock's hand the whole time.
The ride to the hospital felt long and short all at once. Sherlock was so afraid to even get out of the car. Mycroft went to the reception desk, a nurse leading them to a consultation room.
"The doctor will be right with you," she said before leaving. John moved his chair closer to Sherlock and gave him a quick kiss when Mycroft wasn't looking. Sherlock took deep breathes as there were three knocks before the doctor entered.
"Let's get right down to business," Dr. Xavier said. "We got your blood test back and there are several factors we look at when it comes to detecting cancer of the blood, and we found them in your tests. High white blood cell counts, lymphoblast, low plasma, they were all present. Your bone marrow biopsy will confirm this, but it appears to be acute lymphoblastic leukaemia."
"Am I gonna die?" Sherlock asked.
"Hopefully we caught this early, but we need to get you admitted to the hospital as soon as possible and start chemotherapy and start performing test to be sure it hasn't spread," Dr. Xavier said.
"You never answered me straight forward. Am. I. Going. To. Die?" Sherlock repeated.
"I cant give you a conclusive answer," Dr. Xavier said. "I've pushed the lab to give us the results of the biopsy as soon as possible, but I'll give you tonight to get some things for the hospital."
"How long will I stay?" Sherlock asked.
"6 weeks, maybe longer," Dr. Xavier said. Sherlock turned to Mycroft.
"Okay. I'd like to spend my last night of freedom having fun, if you all don't mind," Sherlock said. Mycroft nodded, Sherlock getting up and pulling John out of the room with him.
"Sherlock…Sher! Slow down!" John said. Sherlock pushed John against the wall and began to snog him. John gently pushed him off. "Sherlock! We are in a children's hospital!" Sherlock backed away from him until he hit the wall opposite of John. He slid down and started crying. John bent down infront of him and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm gonna die," Sherlock sobbed.
"With that attitude, you are!" John exclaimed. "Chemo can only do so much! You have to fight this, you have to be strong! You have to believe that you will be fine."
"I can't be strong, I'm too scared," Sherlock said.
"And I'll be here to fight it with you," John said. Sherlock held John and John held Sherlock, both boys crying now.
Sherlock packed his hospital bag slowly, John helping him differentiate what was and was not acceptable at the hospital. Sherlock wasn't too thrilled when that meant no experiments for at least 6 weeks. He packed a few books, movies, and his laptop. John gave Sherlock his Union Jack pillow.
"A little piece of 221B at the hospital," John said.
"Maybe I can request room 221," Sherlock chuckled. John handed him his favourite jumper.
"I don't know if they'll let you wear it in the hospital, but so I'm there even when I'm not," John said. Sherlock gave him a hug.
"You'll visit every day?" Sherlock asked.
"They'll have to drag me out," John said.
"I'm all packed now. I believe you promised me a date," Sherlock said. John held a hand out and smiled at the taller boy when he grabbed it. They walked to a café not to far from the school owned by a nice elderly lady, Mrs. Hudson. She had been a friend of Sherlock's parents and absolutely adored him and always thought John and Sherlock were together. She'd be happy to know they were.
"Sherlock! John! Here, have a seat. I'll get you two a cuppa and some biscuits, on the house," Mrs. Hudson said after hugging the two boys.
"Can you get us a candle for the table too? We're on a date," John said with a smile.
"I knew there was something with you two!" Mrs. Hudson said. She went back into the kitchen.
"So. 6 weeks, eh?" John asked. "You'll miss school well into the summer holiday."
"I have a tutor who will come starting next week," Sherlock said. "And of course I'll miss the trip to Paris. You're still going, yeah?"
"Of course not. Not while my boyfriend is in the hospital," John said.
"That means a lot, but I want you to go and have fun. You've studied so hard to qualify for the trip," Sherlock said,
"I won't have any fun without you," John said. Mrs. Hudson returned with their tea and biscuits, as well as a candle.
"So what's the special occasion?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"My last night of freedom. I start chemo tomorrow and I'll be in the hospital for at least 6 weeks," Sherlock explained.
"Oh, you poor thing. What's wrong?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"Acute lymphoblastic leukaemia," Sherlock said. "But I'll be fine. I've got John here to help me fight it."
"That's good for you. Medicine is so advanced now; I know you'll be fine. I'll have to visit you every now and again, bring you some quality tea," Mrs. Hudson said with a smile. "I'll leave you to your date, dearie."
John held Sherlock's hand reassuringly. "You'll win this fight, love," John promised him.
"I will," Sherlock smiled.