Hospital- John got hurt on a case. Sherlock hasn't left his side.
Rating- K
A steady beeping hit John's ears. His mind was still in a fog unsure of where he was. He couldn't place where he knew this beeping from but it sounded familiar in a way. As his mind started to clear a little more he could feel something pressed against his side. The unknown weight against his side made John bolt straight up into a sitting position wide awake. The fog cleared from his mind instantly.
His breathing became a little more rapid, as his eyes darted around the room to try and figure out where he was. The walls where white, incredibly clean, and he noticed that the room looked familiar. The beeping he recognized then as a heart rate monitor. He was in a hospital. Why?
A sudden pain in his right side flared up and John doubled over grasping at the spot of the pain only to meet another hand that wasn't his already on top of it.
"John? Calm down you're alright. You're at St. Barts Hospital." John recognized this voice instantly. Sherlock. One of Sherlock's hands moved up to be placed on John's left shoulder to move him back down into the bed. "Do you remember what happened?"
John didn't resist Sherlock's help as he laid back down in the horrible hospital bed. "I'm not sure. I need to try and think." He said softly as he tried to remember what had happened to land him in the hospital. He closed his eyes a bit then opened them up looking back up at Sherlock's face. It looked as though he hadn't slept much. For it to show this much on the detective's face, even when he already hardly slept, must mean he was worried, right?
Memories came flooding back to John but it was all still fuzzy. "We were chasing the killer on our case. But something went wrong. We didn't think he'd have a gun but he did. He aimed the gun at you and fired it. I don't remember anything after that," John rambled.
"You jumped in front of the bullet John. Well to be exact you pushed me out of the way and got wounded doing so. The bullet hit your right side and fractured two ribs and went through you're liver. There is more minor damage but you can look at your chart if you'd like." Sherlock paused looking at the blonde, "You were in surgery for 3 hours and 22 minutes to repair the damage."
John looked at Sherlock slightly dumbfounded. "You timed my surgery Sherlock?"
"Of course I did. I timed it to make sure that nothing was going wrong. From the time of it everything seems to go rather well for the most part. Probably only minor problems."
John looked into the detective eyes he already could tell that the other had been worried, he still might be but he had a more important question on his mind. "When was the last time you slept Sherlock?" The detective didn't meet the doctors' eyes. "Sherlock." John said using his Captain John Watson voice. He only seemed to use this when he needed someone's attention or when scolding the brilliantly stupid detective. Sherlock mumbled something but John didn't hear it. "What was that?"
"78 hours and 9 minutes…"
"What?"
"Well we had been on a case John. You know I do not sleep when we are on a case. In this instance when you were shot I was already up for 50 hours and 48 minutes."
"Wait. That means I've been out for more than a day."
"Yes…It has been 28 hours and 39 minutes since you've gotten shot." John stared blankly at the man next to him. Thinking about how the past 28 hours had effected the detective. John reached up and put his hand on the younger's face.
"I'm sorry Sherlock."
"Why are you sorry? Well I mean if you're sorry about pushing me to the ground so you could take the bullet then yes please do be sorry. The bullet wouldn't have injured me besides a graze to my side." John raised an eyebrow at the detective. "But. If you are saying sorry for any other reason. Don't."
John decided not to ask the other how he knew about the bullet. "I made you worry Sherlock I shouldn't have done that. I should have woken up sooner."
"John do you know how ridiculous you sounding right now? You couldn't have since the doctors gave you enough drugs to keep you unconscious for over 24 hours to let your stiches and ribs heal a little more."
"Then why didn't you sleep?"
"I needed to be sure I was here when you awoke. No matter how slim the odds where of you waking early I wanted to be awake when you did."
John smiled, "I seem to have the best boyfriend in all of London."
Sherlock looked down slightly at the deb a small blush forming on his cheek. "No John it is I who has the best boyfriend. You pushed me out of the way of a man who was trying to shoot me and this isn't even the first time that you've saved my life on a case."
"I'm sure it won't be the last either." John piped in as he gently raised Sherlock's face to look at him. "I'd do it all over again too love." John's hand found its way up into Sherlock's hair gently rubbing the other's scalp. Sherlock leaned into the others touch as his eyes drifted shut. "Come lay down and rest. You need it." Sherlock knew better then to argue about this so he just did as he was told. Curling up next to John on the small bed he found himself already falling asleep as John continued stroking his hair.
"Good night John," he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
"Sleep well, It's now my turn to watch over you."
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