Hey guys I hope you liked my last chapter. Here's chapter 4. [:

I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

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When we got to the morgue, Johanna was sitting on the table I left her on and Kristina was sitting next to her while she cried of obvious pain.

"I'm a doctor, let me look at it," John said as he walked over to a very scared and upset Johanna.

Normal P.O.V.

John walked over to me and knelt down on his knees to look at my leg. "I'm sorry…" he said. "For what?" I asked and then he squeezed around my knee quite forcefully.

I screamed out continuously in pain and tears started pouring from my eyes like a waterfall. I squeezed Kristina's hand as hard as I could while he kept touching and prodding my leg. Sherlock ran from the room holding his ears and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Well… it's definitely broken and it may be infected. Let me get some thing from the other room and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?" John said and stood up with a small smile. I nodded and wiped away my tears.

He walked out and across the hall to where Sherlock had previously ran off to.

"When we get back to the flat, I'll get you set up in bed and make you a nice cup of tea, okay Kris?" Kristina smiled at me. I sniffled and nodded.

John came back in with Sherlock walking behind him. "Hey… Uhh how's your leg?" He asked obviously knowing it's bad and it hurt quite badly. "It hurts… quite a lot…" "I'm sorry… it's my fault… I shouldn't have dragged you up the stairs… If I didn't do that you wouldn't have fell…" Sherlock looked down at the floor.

"You're taking responsibility for something? Sherlock, who are you?" John asked in shock. Sherlock just glared at John.

I giggled, "It's not your fault. It's mine for not running fast enough. Please don't blame yourself, okay?" I smiled reassuringly. He looked at me questionably for a moment then finally replied with a small smile, "Only if you're 100% sure… No… make that 105%…" "I'm 110% sure it wasn't your fault Sherlock." He nodded.

John kneeled back down and I tensed up in fright. I didn't want to feel the pain that had just gone away. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Kristin was it?" "No.. it's Johanna… But it's okay… You're a doctor… Do as you must…" I looked up at Sherlock who looked guilty as ever.

Some cold ointment was applied to my knee and it BURNED. I squeezed my eyes shut, tensed up and squeezed the table I was on with my free hand. My other hand was squeezing Kristina's but not as tightly; I didn't want to hurt her.

After a few long, painful moments, the pain receded and my knee had gone numb. John did some weird things to it and then started to stitch up the skin.

"Sherlock, may you help me hold her up and walk to the elevator? We need to get her home without allowing her to have pressure on this leg. Kristina, may you go ahead of us and hold the door, please?" John asked. Kristina blushed as he said her name and nodded.

Sherlock walked over to me and snaked his arm gently around my waist. "Come on, we got you. Just keep your foot off the floor," Sherlock said to me. I nodded and got off the table. I lifted my left foot off the floor so no pressure would be applied to my leg. John then put my right arm around his neck and helped me hobble to the lift. Kristina opened the door and held it open for us. She walked out after us to press the down button for the lift.

Outside, Kristina hauled us a cab. John and Sherlock helped me into the front then all three of them got into the back. "221B Baker Street please," I said to the cabby. He nodded and off we went.

The ride was quiet until we got home. "That'll be £37." The cabby said. I paid the man then opened the door. Sherlock held out his hand to help me out of the cab.

I winced as my foot hit the ground. "Careful!" Sherlock said worriedly.

Kristina and John opened the front door and helped Sherlock and I upstairs to me and Kristina's flat.

I laid down on my bed with my leg on top of the blankets. I rested my head against my pillows and held Sherlock's hand as he sat down on the bed next to me. John and Kristina had gone out to the kitchen to make some tea.

"Johanna… I am truly sorry this happened to you… It's so weird for me since I don't usually feel this way about people… But you're different… It's hard to say… But you're a good person and I need you to be healthy and be with me as a good friend…" He said and kissed my hand gently.

"You're a good person too Sherlock… once a person gets to know you that is," I winked. He laughed in response. His laugh was so deep it made my stomach flutter with butterflies. I absolutely loved his laugh.

Kristina came back with a cup of tea and put it on the night table next to my bed. She smiled at me and walked out closing the door behind her. I believe she thought something more was going to happen with Sherlock and I…

"Would you like me to leave you to yourself? It's gotten pretty late," Sherlock asked me. "I'm going to try to get to sleep for the night. Thank you Sherlock for a very interesting day," I smiled. "I'm sorry you got hurt and for what I said earlier," He looked down at his hands.

"Please stop apologizing, it's fine," I squeezed his hand a little tighter. He sighed, "Well I'll leave you to your rest. Good night," He smiled at me then walked out the door leaving it open a little so some light could peer through the crack.

Why am I always so… happy… when I'm next to him…?


Well there you go, chapter 4. I hope you guys liked it. Please review and such. Thanks! Also, I know this isn't how Sherlock acts but ehh it's my fanfiction. ;P

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