John had fallen asleep on the bedside chair, somehow. It must have been sometime after Sherlock fell asleep, but that was all he knew. The morning light flooded through the windows, illuminating the floor tiles.

"Finally awake," Sherlock smiled.

"Sherlock…" John tried to straighten but found his shoulder stiff and painful. "Good morning."

"Psych evaluation for me today. It feels a bit like taking an exam…" Sherlock smiled weakly.

"It kind of is. If it's nothing too serious, you should just be given anti-psychotics and sent home. You could still do your work and have a relatively normal life…"

"Normal's boring…"

"I mean normal for you. But I would need you to tell me if you are having an episode…"

"Fine, I guess." Sherlock shrugged.

A young woman, in her early twenties, walked into the room. She was on the tall side of average with long brunette hair and hazel eyes. A dog owner, in a serious relationship with a serial adulterer and had spent last night stalking him as she had begun to catch on to his one night stands; or so Sherlock noted.

"Sherlock; I'm Emily, I'll be performing your psychiatric evaluation. Just relax and answer the questions as calmly as you can." She smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Emily," Sherlock smiled. It was more of an it's-polite-to-smile-so-I'll-just-do-it kind of smile than a genuine smile.

"Right, I'll give you some privacy Sherlock. I'll be in the Canteen if you need me." John left the room. He was going to come back once the evaluation was over – he respected Sherlock's privacy while he answered Emily's questions.

…

The coffee in the canteen was gritty and bitter. The toast also left a lot to be desired. John was determined to wait there for an hour; until the evaluation was over.

…

Sherlock lay on the bed when John re-entered the room. Emily was gone and he looked some-what at peace. "Long time?" John asked.

"Felt like eons. So boring and dull. Emily tried not to be patronising, bless her, but those sorts of questions are patronising. She apologised for that." John gave Sherlock a look of disappointment, "I didn't point it out to her! I resisted saying how boring it was; she just knew that they were patronising. Lovely girl, actually." Sherlock seemed surprised that the last comment passed his lips. John was even more surprised.

"What's that?" John pointed to a scrap of paper on the night stand.

"Emily's number. Seems she's going to break it off with her serial adulterer boyfriend very soon. Good for her."

"You going to call her?" John asked. He was surprised at the amount of acceptance Sherlock seemed to show for her.

"It's not impossible. Stranger things have happened…"

"Really?!" John was taken aback.

"We got through the evaluation in record time, so we decided to talk for a little while. I told her about what we do and it turns out she's a fan of mine. She asked if I had any deductions about her; I said that she owned a dog, was an amateur horse rider, enjoyed singing in the Karaoke club in Frith Street, and wanted to pursue acting as a side-line. She said that she knew I was holding something back; she convinced me to just say it and politeness could just 'go hang', as she said. I told her that I deduced the serious relationship with a serial adulterer and that she had spent last night stalking him as she had begun to catch on to his one night stands. She laughed, I found her interesting. Even if we did not pursue romance; I would not object to having her as a friend…"

"Oh my God…" John's face dropped. Sherlock Holmes… connecting to someone? God, this was strange.

…

A few hours later, Emily came back into the room. "Hello, Sherlock." She greeted, attempting to be professional.

"Hello Emily, I'm guessing you have my results." Sherlock smiled. John looked astounded. A genuine smile from Sherlock Holmes!

"Yes… Um…" Emily looked over at John.

"John Watson." John supplied the answer to her unspoken question.

"Sherlock, do you want John here with you or do you want to stay here John…? Or… Um…?"

"Emily, calm down." Sherlock soothed.

"Sorry, Mr Watson. I tend to get like this after a long day."

"Dr Watson," John corrected.

"Now, see, I knew that. You were reading Sherlock's chart as I came in; you wouldn't bother unless you understood that sort of thing, meaning you have medical training…" Emily took a deep breath.

"Wow…" Sherlock smiled. No doubt even more intrigued.

"Right, results. Sorry. I'm afraid, Sherlock, that you have late-onset Schizophrenia triggered by a traumatic event. The beating you've taken over the last few years coupled by John's rejection when you first came back triggered the condition. I have some literature if you want to read up on it. You're condition can be managed with anti-psychotics and it's good to have a routine. Work is beneficial; but don't get too obsessed by it, keep it healthy."

"Ok… Schizophrenia… Sally is going to love this…" Sherlock frowned.

"She doesn't have to know, Sherlock. Don't worry." John comforted.

"Is that the Sally Donovan I heard about from Sherlock? The absolutely idiotic infuriating police woman who calls him a freak?" Emily asked.

"Yes, unfortunately…" Sherlock confirmed.

"Well, you better hope for her sake she never runs into me! People shouldn't say things like that. It is just a testament to how utterly hopeless they are at understanding more civilised matters. I'm not a very social person, but even I'm polite." Emily smiled a half smile as she blushed, realising she had begun to rant. "So… About that literature?"

"Yes, please, Emily." Sherlock smiled, holding back a giggle at the young woman's reaction to Sally.

Emily left to get the leaflets and such, leaving Sherlock and John alone. "Schizophrenia…" John sighed.

"Yes… Not great, but not terrible either. Like Emily said; medication, routine and work will help."

"That's… good." John attempted to smile, not very successfully, though.

"It actually is. It seems real, the hallucinations, but some can be recognised as hallucinations quite easily, like me seeing you dripping with blood in the waiting room; you were sitting next to me so it obviously wasn't real."

"You know this means I'm going to make you take care of yourself. Three meals a day and eight hours sleep at night; at least when you aren't on a case. We'll work up from there."

"I guess that's reasonable…" Sherlock shrugged.

"You're going to have to stay a few days in hospital, though; to check the meds are working."

"I guess I can cope. I have two Johns for company after all," Sherlock smirked, trying to inject some humour into his situation. "The second one looks like a serial killer… Interesting…"

"And you have Emily…"

"Ah, yes. Of course. She's interesting; a lot of young women her age are focused on looks and parties; but not her. I like it…" Sherlock smiled. This was one hospital stay he might actually enjoy.

…

Hey guys! You guessed it, Emily is based on me; I couldn't resist! She isn't going to come up again though, no matter how awesome she is! (Joking, I'm not THAT self-absorbed). I wanted Sherlock to relate to the psychoanalyst in this chapter and I decided to base the character upon myself, which is selfish, I know; but I really couldn't help it!

As always, reviews are welcome. Thanks for reading the story so far! :)