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Chapter 4
"John?" Greg said tentatively, watching the doctors eyes flutter open.
"Greg? Is that you?" John croaked.
"Oh thank god, I was beginning to think you were never going to wake up." John propped himself up on his elbows.
"What? How long have I been out?" John looked around, he was in a hospital. There was someone in the bed beside him but he couldn't see who, the curtain was closed.
Greg checked his watch, "As of now… three days."
"What!" John exclaimed, how could he have been out for that long? "What happened?"
"Well, as far as I know, you were taken by one of Moriarty's men, beaten and have been lying unconscious for three days."
John sighed, "Greg I believe I asked for more of a story than that."
"Ok, ok. Well I was at the yard when Sherlock comes busting in yelling my name, so I go over to him, and he was talking about how you were taken and we had to find you. You had him going nuts, he was going insane. Looked about ready to kill something. We went to Mycroft's and he helped us find you. We told Sherlock not to go in to get you immediately, but of course he didn't listen, and charged in. Mycroft and I waited a few seconds but thought that we should go see if Sherlock needed any help. We walked in and saw Sherlock beating the crap out of some poor bloke, when we pulled him off of the guy he was unconscious, bleeding, and broken in god knows how many places. When he finally forgot about beating the man senseless, he ran over to you. He rode with you to the hospital and has stayed by your side ever since." Lestrade finished his narrative.
John was thinking this over. Sherlock had been frantic. That wasn't possible why would he care if John was gone? he glanced around, looking for Sherlock.
"Where is he?" John asked.
"Umm," Greg walked over to the adjoining bed and pulled back the curtain, revealing Sherlock on the bed.
"What happened!" John's eyes filled with concern, it was obvious that he thought something horrible had happened to his friend.
"Nothing like that, he refused to sleep, or eat for that fact and passed out about a few hours ago from lack of sleep, we figured that when he woke up he would be furious if he woke without you there so we put him in the bed next to you. He should wake up any minute now."
"When you say he was panicked…"
"Completely out of his mind, it was not an act. Who knew he could actually show emotion like that! How did you get caught, did they storm Baker Street or something?
John hesitated, should he tell Greg? Yes he was his friend, he should tell him, "Well, Mycroft came over and said…"
"Yes?"
"He said that one of Moriarty's men was back and that he knew about Sherlock and me…"
"What about you?"
"Mycroft told Sherlock that I..." John paused and took a deep breath. His next words came out as a rush, "Mycroft told him that I was in love with Sherlock."
Lestrade was stunned; he knew that John was close with Sherlock, but not that close. Well, maybe he did know it. He laughed aloud. John saw Greg start laughing, and was immediately confused.
"What, might I ask, is so amusing." John asked, a little angry.
Lestrade was still laughing, but managed to stop clutching his side, "My god, maybe Sherlock was right, I am pretty slow. Now that I think about it, it was pretty obvious. How did he not notice?"
"I don't know, I just hope he doesn't hate me for it..." John trailed off.
"Are you kidding? He won't hate you; it's pretty obvious after what happened that he feels the same way even though he might not know it. Just give him time; he'll realize it, eventually, if he's a smart as he thinks he is."
"I hope you're right." They both looked over at Sherlock on the other bed.
Greg and John talked about nothing in particular as they waited for Sherlock to wake. They saw the younger man begin to stir, muttering unintelligibly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock yelled sitting bolt upright in his bed.
"Sherlock, its ok. I'm right here, no need to yell." John said as he started to laugh, but gasped when he felt the pain in his side.
"John!" Sherlock exclaimed, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, Sherlock, I'm fine. Guess I didn't know the boundaries of my injuries." John said, tenderly touching his side and wincing, "Sherlock, you need to eat something."
"I'm not hungr-" John cut him off.
"Humor me."
Sherlock grumbled but got up regardless and wandered off to find some food.
"Good luck dealing with that, well I should go, have a lot of paperwork to do." Lestrade got his coat and headed out the door.
John was considering asking Sherlock about what had happened, but decided against it, figuring that he might not appreciate it.
Sherlock returned with a plateful of food for the both of them. Sherlock was insistent that John eat rather that himself, but John managed to force him to eat something.
Sherlock was so glad John was ok. He didn't know what he would've done if he had died, but, of course, he had known he would know that he would be ok. He just couldn't help thinking it. He would have to confront John about what Mycroft had said, but not now while John seemed so content and happy.
Sherlock managed to persuade the doctors to release John early so he could be at home. When they got home Sherlock catered to John, if anything he felt more protective of his friend. He would make him tea when he wanted it, make him a meal. The first time Sherlock made John something to eat, John approached the breakfast cautiously, as if expecting it to explode or something.
"John," Sherlock had said, "Just eat it, it won't kill you."
"Well…" John took a bite and made an appreciative noise and took another bite, "This is pretty good." John had said sounding very surprised.
"You don't say! Just because I don't cook doesn't mean I can't" Sherlock had said with a slight edge in his voice.
Sherlock was about to go insane, he needed to ask John about what Mycroft had said. If he didn't soon he was truly going to go mad. He approached this cautiously, he made John his favourite breakfast, and played a few of his favourite songs on his violin.
"Ok, Sherlock, what do you want? You are never this nice without having an ulterior motive."
Sherlock was slightly hurt by his best friend, and possibly more, saying such a thing. Sure other people said it all the time but coming from John it was completely different.
"John, I'm hurt! But I do have something to ask you about."
"What is it Sherlock, you can ask me anything."
"Umm… its about what Mycroft said last week…"
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