Sherlock let John's hand go as he slowly started to wake up. "J-John? John are you awake?!" to which John replied with a grunt. He started to become aware of his surroundings as his eyes opened, though he couldn't speak. Sherlock looked over at Mycroft, a smile on his face as he hugged his brother "John's okay" He muttered and held Mycroft tightly.
The nurses came back in as Sherlock pressed the button behind John's head, calling them. They took care of him and helped him to wake up safely, adjusted his morphine, but kept the cannula in his nose. Sherlock smiled, he was happy his best friend was safe and well with no known damage to his memory. They checked him over and he no longer needed the life support, just the IV line and the breathing support.
John looked around, his eyes brightened up a little when he saw Sherlock and Mycroft, the two people he had desperately wanted to see, the two people he had heard speaking to him while he was in the coma. "H-Hey...Sherlock. Hey...M-Mycroft" He spoke, his voice quiet and slightly shaky.
"Hey John," Sherlock smiled, and held his hand again "Mycroft said you would wake up...That you were strong and he knew you could pull through. I knew he was right."
John laughed softly, the laugh slightly breathy "I heard you...I heard...Everything you said" He smiled and used his thumb to stroke along Sherlock's hand. "H-how long...How long was I out of it for?"
"Just over a week. I-I've been awake for a few days now, Mycroft has been here the whole time, except for the nights of course," He smiled and looked down at their hands "I've visited you every day I could."
Sherlock, John and Mycroft spoke for an hour, Sherlock telling John what had happened at the pool, John of course, being shocked and barely able to remember what happened. John fiddled around with the cannula occasionally before John turned to Sherlock "Sherlock, help me sit up please." He requested. Sherlock obliged and helped his friend sit up, being careful not to knock the wires or damage John more than he already was.
"How are feeling now, after being awake for an hour?" Sherlock asked him, noticing he was starting to get uncomfortable. He leaned down to the side of the bed and grabbed a cardboard container, just in case.
"Not too good Sherlock, not too good. I think...I think the morphine needs adjusting" He said, reaching over to it and fiddling with the level of the morphine.
"Are you sure John...You're going pale..." He muttered, watching him carefully. He watched as John gagged a little and quickly sat on the bed, the container in front of John's mouth and a hand on his back, rubbing it. John sighed, Sherlock knew.
"It's okay John, just get it out of your system" Sherlock sighed as he rubbed John's back as he watched his friend vomit, seeing him a vulnerable position upset him heavily. Sherlock turned to Mycroft "Can you go and get him some water please" He muttered, and Mycroft nodded and left the room. After a few minutes, John stopped vomiting and he sighed.
"S-sorry about that Sherlock" He muttered as Sherlock wiped his mouth with some tissue.
"Don't apologise, it's not your fault" He said, trying to reassure him. He knew how much John hated being ill in front of Sherlock "Mycroft will be back soon with some water."
Sherlock was right, Mycroft came back in thirty seconds after Sherlock had spoken to John. He handed the water to Sherlock and disposed of the container before taking a seat. Sherlock held the back of John's head and helped him drink the water "Careful John, small sips"
After a few minutes, John had settled down again and Sherlock was sat back in the seat. Sherlock looked over at the door as a doctor came in, holding a notepad and a pen.
"Hello Dr Watson, how are you feeling?" He asked "We're going to need to run a small test to determine when you can home"
John looked up at the doctor "What exactly does this test involve? I've just been sick" He said with a slight groan
"Don't worry, it's nothing like that. I just need to ask you a few questions and then check to see if you still have concussion."
"Right...Okay. How long will it take?"
"Not long." He smiled and started the test. He asked him questions like 'What day is it today?' and 'Do you know where you are, and why you are here?', to which John answered them perfectly, and then waited as the doctor tested for concussion. It was the usual procedure, how well could his reflexes respond and how well his pupils where dilating. John seemed fine, and the doctor smiled.
"John, you are free to go home tomorrow. Sherlock was free to go home the day after he pulled through, but obviously he chose not to" He smiled softly and then left the room.
John looked over at Sherlock, who was smiling and now shuffling his chair towards him again. He took Sherlock's hand in his "Thank you for staying, Sherlock. You didn't have-" John was interrupted by Sherlock
"Of course I had to John. You're my best friend, I couldn't leave. What if you died? The last I would have seen of you before seeing you in the morgue would be under all that rubble at the pool." He explained "I would hate myself. Which is why I stayed, because you're my best friend...My only friend"
John smiled softly, his eyes welling up a little "Sherlock, if you were in the position I am in, I would have stayed no matter what."
Mycroft sighed and rolled his eyes "Are you sure you two aren't secretly dating?!"
Sherlock glared at him "No Mycroft, we aren't." He looked over at John "Not that I wouldn't be uncomfortable with it, just that I know John doesn't feel that way about me."
The next day came and John was taken of the IV, the cannula and the morphine. The doctor handed Sherlock some medicines that John would need to take over the course of the next few days, and when John felt necessary. "Thank you, doctor." Sherlock smiled and looked over at John "Let's go."
John nodded and followed Sherlock out to Mycroft's car as he had offered to drive them home. They both sat in the back of the car, silent throughout the whole journey, and no closeness except the comforting hand holding, John reassuring Sherlock that he was still there and Sherlock reassuring John the same. They got home, got out of the car and John collapsed.
Sherlock stared at John "M-Mycroft...John just collapsed" He said, his voice slightly panicked