Sherlock had his arm cleaned and dressed and then went and sat at John's bedside watching him while he slept. The doctor had checked John over and said he'd be fine, he just needed to rest but Sherlock was still worried. He'd never seen John act like that. He'd never seen such a look of hate in his eyes and he couldn't believe that look had been directed at him.

"What did he do to you John?" he muttered. "Whatever he told you it's not true. I would never do anything to hurt you. You're my best friend, my only friend. Please remember John." He felt a warm tear roll down his cheek and quickly wiped it away as Lestrade entered the room.

"How's he doing?" he asked. Sherlock just shrugged. "And what about you?"

As Sherlock looked up at him, Lestrade couldn't help but notice that this normally strong man looked totally destroyed. He pulled up a chair. He figured even if Sherlock didn't want to talk he could probably do with the company.

Lestrade wasn't sure how long they'd sat there in silence when John finally stirred. Straight away Sherlock was up and by his side. "John" he said quietly "John it's me Sherlock."

John slowly opened his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to focus on the man standing over him but when he did the anger that grew within him was overwhelming. He grabbed at the man's jacket "You! You evil bastard" he spat. "What did you do to him? What did you do to him?" He shook Sherlock who just stood there stunned, looking in horror at his friends face.

Lestrade tried to prize John's hands from Sherlock's clothes but his grip was amazingly strong for someone who seconds ago had been out cold. "John. Calm down John" He tried to soothe him but John was getting more and more angry.

"What did you do to him? I will kill you." John was yelling.

Doctors and nurses came running from every direction when they heard the commotion. They went straight over to John and between them manhandled Sherlock away from him. "Get out" the doctor said to Sherlock. For a moment he just stood there bemused. "I said get out" the doctor shouted.

Lestrade led the heartbroken Sherlock from the room. They watched through the window as the doctors and nurses had to fight with John to keep him in the bed. Eventually they managed to sedate him and he slowly drifted back off to sleep. Asleep he still looked like the John Watson Sherlock knew and cared about. But awake he was a person Sherlock didn't recognise.

When the doctors came out of the room Sherlock wanted to ask so many questions but he couldn't speak. For the first time in his life he couldn't speak. "What's wrong with him doctor?" Lestrade asked. He could see Sherlock was struggling.

"Truthfully, I don't know. Physically there's nothing really wrong with him. His heart rate is a little fast but from what you've said he's obviously suffered a lot of stress lately. As to why he doesn't seem to recognise you as his friends, I have no idea. But you will have to stay out of his room at least for now. I can't risk you upsetting him like that again. I'm sorry." With that the doctor headed off down the corridor leaving Sherlock visibly upset.

Lestrade couldn't believe what had just happened. "Jesus Sherlock what has Moriarty done?"

Sherlock just looked at him with despair in his eyes. He wished he knew what Moriarty had done because then maybe he could do something about it. Lestrade put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Why don't we go and find a seat somewhere?" he asked but Sherlock just shook his head. "OK well I'll go and get us a coffee then." he said before wandering off in search of a machine. He had no idea how to deal with Sherlock like this. He'd never seen him so lost before.

Sherlock looked sadly at his friend lying in the next room. He needed to do something to help him but what? There was only one person he knew who might have the right connections to help John.

Sherlock picked up his phone and dialled. "Hello brother dear" crooned the voice on the other end.

As Sherlock stared through the glass at his unconscious friend he uttered the words he never thought he'd hear himself say "Mycroft I need your help."

Mycroft was stunned. He had an urge to torment his little brother for this but the fact that he'd said it at all meant this was serious. "What's wrong Sherlock?" he asked instead.

As Sherlock recounted the events of the day Mycroft listened silently and when his brother had finished simply asked "And what is it you want me to do?"

"I want you to get John the best doctors there are. I want you to find out what Moriarty has done to him and I want you to fix it." he paused for a few seconds and then went on "I want you to fix him Mycroft."