The next day, John's condition hadn't got any better. In fact he had got worse, to a point where he had nearly died, and Sherlock was there when it happened.

Sherlock was in John's room, he had stayed there the whole night, even refusing to leave when Mycroft said he had to. He had spoken to him again, several times throughout the night. Many times he would wake up during the night because he was worried and he would look up to make sure John was still there, then he would speak to him. He would make sure that he made it clear he wanted John to recover, but he would also tell him how he was feeling.

The morning came, and Sherlock was woken up by Mycroft, who had gone home during the night. He looked up at him and gave a small smile, not a happy one, but not a sad one either.

"How are you doing this morning, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked, now sitting down next to him and placing his hand on Sherlock's back.

"I don't care about how I'm doing, I care more about how John's doing," He muttered, sitting up into Mycroft's hand "He didn't really have any problems in the night. I would know, I woke up several times."

Mycroft sighed softly, rubbing Sherlock's back because he knew it comforted him, though he was never too sure why. "Sherlock, you need to sleep somewhere that isn't going to hurt your back"

"Oh, be quiet will you Mycroft"

Mycroft rolled his eyes, still rubbing Sherlock's back. He seemed less tense than he was yesterday, which was always a good thing. But then he changed, he got scared, he got worried because John's heart monitor started to beep faster than it's supposed to. Sherlock looked up and then looked at John. "No" He muttered, slowly turning into a shout "No, John don't you dare"

Mycroft got up and ran out of the door, desperately shouting for a nurse, shouting what was happening and they needed to get here quickly. Three nurses ran into John's room to find Sherlock on the bed, hugging John and crying, shouting for him not to leave him.

"Sherlock, get off him," Mycroft said, trying to pull Sherlock from John. Sherlock was trying to fight back, but he needed to get off him "Sherlock, if you don't get off him, you'll make him worse. Let the nurses do their jobs"

Sherlock looked over at Mycroft when he said that he could make him worse, and he didn't want that to happen. He got off John and fell into Mycroft's arms, crying and feeling slightly faint. "Come on Sherlock, we need to leave and let them help John" Mycroft said, lifting his brother into his arms and carrying him out of the room. They waited outside the room on the chairs, of which Sherlock had taken up three. Mycroft was sat on the one chair with Sherlock's head in his lap and he was stroking his hair softly.

"Myc, please tell me he'll be okay" Sherlock whispered, his voice trembling

"Sherlock, John will be okay because he's a strong man. He fought in the war remember-"

"This is different Mycroft! We were in an explosion. That's completely different from getting shot in the shoulder. He's dying in there!" Sherlock raised his voice a little, starting to cry again. Mycroft comforted him once more, gently stroking his hair and not talking. Sherlock eventually fell asleep in his lap, he needed it.

Many minutes passed, but to Mycroft, they seemed like hours. Worry always had made time seem longer than it was. The nurses came out, they told him they had stabilized John, but they wouldn't be able to see him again for another hour. "That's...fine. I'll stay with Sherlock, I'll make sure to tell him John's okay." He sighed softly and looked down at Sherlock. Sherlock started to shift around and woke up slowly, looking up at Mycroft.

"Sherlock, you didn't sleep for long. You slept for about fifteen minutes. I know you are worried about John, but the nurses stabilized him, he's okay now" Mycroft said softly, looking down at Sherlock.

"J-John's okay? When can we see him?" He whispered

"In an hour Sherlock, go back to sleep" He stroked his hair and watched as he nodded and fell asleep again.

An hour passed and Sherlock had woken up just in time to be allowed back into John's room. Both brothers walked into John's room and looked at him. Colour seemed to be coming back to his face which made them hopeful he would wake up soon.

Sherlock took his place back beside John's bed and shuffled the chair closer to him. Mycroft watched as Sherlock took John's hand in his and started to speak to him again. "Th-That was a close one, huh John? I-I'm glad you're still alive...I'm just waiting for you to wake up now." He muttered and looked down, putting his head on John's hand "Mycroft said that...Because you were at war, you're strong and...You'll definitely pull through. T-take your time...please recover properly" He whispered "I miss you John"

Sherlock started to cry, holding John's hand against his head, wanting him to come back to him. Then Sherlock looked up...John's hand started to move, his fingers started to twitch.

"John?"