John
He sat at the edge of his friends bed, Sherlock was sitting up, playing with a rubic cube that Molly had bought him. He had already solved it twice, each time sighing before closing his eyes and twisting all the blocks around so he could start all over again.
He was trying to keep himself busy.
Once he had solved a puzzle, Sherlock would never try it again. It showed how truly bored the man was, though it also confused John. A while back Sherlock had to go to hospital for a concussion, he had promptly escaped the minute he was left alone and yet he had been here almost two full days without a single attempt. He also hadn't spoken a single word, not even to himself.
"Come on Sherlock" john urged, "Do something...Sherlock-ish, your acting like your the one who's the ghost"
Sherlock looked right through John tot he door which had just opened revealing his brother. The elder seemed almost sympathetic at the sight of his brother. Almost.
"You haven't tried to escape yet" Mycroft noted, Sherlock nodded.
"Come now Sherlock are you really not talking?" Mycroft continued, Sherlock nodded again, "I doubt you will keep it up"
Mycroft stayed a little longer to talk to the doctor about getting Sherlock a psychiatrist and even suggested the one who had treated John. It bugged John that they spoke about his friend like he wasn't there. After that Sherlock was left alone again, gripping his cube with frustration. A second later he glared at the little box of mismatched colours and threw it at the wall, smashing it into pieces.
Once again Sherlock grabbed at his hair, pulling on it with enough force to ensure he had a headache later, a small sob escaped him. For a second he was sure he was in hell. Sighed softly he went over to where the tiny colored squares lay on the floor and tangible pushed them, this gave him an idea. It took a great deal of energy but John managed to pick them up one at a time, occasionally he would become intangible and drop one but that didn't matter, the sound would insure Sherlock heard.
Sherlock
He listened as the stupid toy smashed against the white walls of the hospital. He wanted to leave here so much but he couldn't bring himself to think and when he did, guilt and thoughts of John flooded his mind. A small sob escaped his lips, he was trying so hard no to appear weak, he didn't know why. Doctors were trying to get him to release all the emotion he was keeping inside, he wanted to let it out but...he was afraid. His emotions were too strong once he gave in he couldn't stop.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a small clink of something plastic hitting the floor. He leaned over to look at the ground where the sound came from and his heart stopped. The little blocks were moving, slowly but surely into a pattern, roughly spelling out crude letters.
S H E R L O C K
He wanted to say John's name, call out see if he was here. His mouth moved but no sound came out. Why? He had been choosing not to talk, he could if he wanted to right? He tried again, still no sound. He couldn't talk.
Feeling pathetic and frustrated he scrambled to the small draw by his bed and grabbed the pad and pen inside scribbling down a note and holding it up to the air feeling stupid. Stupid, but hopeful.
John are you there?
he waited for almost a minute, feeling childish and foolish for even thinking that John could still be watching over him. Then the small cubes moved again slowly, John was having trouble moving them.
Y E S
Sherlock gasped a small smile managing to make its way onto his face. John was there, he was still here, we wasn't alone! The smile soon faded though, there were two explanations for this. Either he had gone made, or John was a ghost. Either way John wasn't really 'there', he was still dead and the detective was still alone. He flopped back into his bed, his head was aching he just wanted John to really be here...
He tried to will himself to wake up, prove that the last few days were just a nightmare. When he woke up John would be there, complaining about the fingers he left hanging off strings in the kitchen.
...
Shrinks were dull Sherlock decided, he'd been sitting in this arm chair leaning his head in the palm of his good hand for at least ten minutes. Aside from a welcome there had been no dialogue between he and his new therapist. Mycroft had made him go, it had taken three doctors to push him all the way down to the warm room. Apparently he was going to be spending the next few days in the psych ward instead on intensive care now that his injuries were healing.
It was comical really. People always told him top shut up and now that he did it was a mental illness. Honestly, people made no sense.
"Perhaps if you are not going to talk, you should write" the woman offered handing him a pad and pencil, "You could draw if you prefer"
He contemplated drawing an extremely detailed drawing of him strangling her but decided against it. If anything it will just increase the amount of time he needed to spend here. He hadn't mentioned the moving rubic cube blocks to anybody, he wasn't even sure if he had imagined it yet. His mind was sharp, precise, he'd never imagined anything in his life. Then again, he'd never lost his voice or had a panic attack either.
He twirled the pencil around for a few moments, shrink staring at him before sighing. He may as well try and get himself out of here by good behavior, it was the only way. If he escaped Mycroft would just drag him back.
This is boring
She raised her eyebrow at that.
"Do you get bored a lot?" She asked, he rolled his eyes and nodded
"Were you bored less often with John?" She continued
Still got bored
"Why don't you want to talk, is it because you are bored in the hospital?" She tried. Obviously she didn't actually think that was the reason, she was trying to goad him into saying something along the lines of "No I'm not talking cause John isn't here".
No
"What is it then?" She prodded
'I miss John' Sherlock thought to himself but he didn't write it, instead he placed the pad and pen on the floor. Content to wait in silence.
What do you say? Daring escape? Or willing let go?