When Harriet stepped inside the room, she felt how her heart sunk.
Again.
Sherlock was sitting in the wheelchair beside John's bed, watching his friend breathing. Harriet walked closer. So many tubes and wires and peeping machines. Sherlock glanced up and nodded his greeting to John's sister.
"Harry."
"Sherlock." Harriet walked other side of the bed watching his little brother.
It was miracle.
Everyone said that.
Harriet touched lightly John's cheek. How cold it was. John wasn't out of the woods yet.
She couldn't say that it was miracle.
Not yet.
"Third time." Harriet whispered. "First in Afghanistan, when they called. Then, after that terrible accident when Mary died. And now… I can't do this anymore. The doctors said that I should to prepare to do some decisions if he doesn't wake up soon. But I can't, not anymore."
Sherlock looked at her.
"What are you saying?"
"That I want to give the rights to make those decisions to you, permanently."
Sherlock looked buzzled. "But I'm not his…"
"You are his family, more than anyone else, including me." Harriet interrupted him, watching him very closely. They haven't met many times and always when they had, something about Sherlock's manners toward John make her uneasy. She just couldn't figure it out. And somehow she was sure that nether did John or Sherlock. "I know that you are not partners in that way, although this would be easier if you were. I know John is straight as wall. But after Mary, I don't think he never would fall love in anyone. She was just too perfect to him. And then you came back and dragged him out in the world again. You know that he would never leave you. And you, I don't believe that you can survive without him. What ever it's, it's more than love or friendship. You two are stick together forever. You'll be there… when he's an old man. Isn't it right that these decisions are you to make?"
Sherlock's eyes softened and he smiled. "Yes."
"Then I go and make some papers us to sign. I think I saw your brother there."
Before Harriet walked out she looked back and saw how Sherlock reached his hand to John and heard him whisper.
"Just promise John. One more miracle. Do – not – die."
Not sure if I'll leave this here or will there be more?