Author's Note: Due to schools being shut down due to a small freeze, I had time to kill, and finished this chapter much sooner than I had hoped. I hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to review.
Sherlock opened his eyes and looked around the room. He took notice of all the flowers, balloons and unopened boxes that were in the room. Pointless. His eyes quickly located John, who looked relieved.
"Oh thank God. You're finally awake," John stated.
Sherlock tried to talked, but his mouth and throat were drier than a desert.
John clearly took notice of this and picked up the pitcher of water that was one a small table next to Sherlock's bed, and poured some water into a styrofoam cup.
"Here, drink this, then talk," John said.
Sherlock took the cup and greedily drank the water.
When Sherlock was done drinking, he gave the cup back to John. "How long have I been asleep?"
"Four weeks and five days," John replied taking the cup.
Sherlock's eyes widen in disbelief. "What have I missed?"
"Not much. Mary and I still aren't on the best of terms. Magnussen has stayed quiet," John answered. "I'll go let your doctor know that you're awake."
John got up and left the room.
Sherlock closed his eyes and tried to remember everything that was discussed while he was trapped in his palace, but he could remember absolutely nothing. It was all a big blank.
Word had quickly spread about Sherlock waking up. Mycroft was the first to hear about him and was the first one there.
Mycroft kicked John out of the room, telling him go visit Molly.
"You sure do know how to take your sweet time about waking up," Mycroft said as he sat down in the chair John had occupied less than a minute ago.
"Sorry, if I worried you," Sherlock replied sarcastically.
"Do you know how much effort it took to keep our parents away? If they came here, they would do nothing but cry," Mycroft stated. "It's them you need to apologise to."
"You must have a far more important reason to be here, other than to talk about our parents," Sherlock pointed out.
"Five weeks ago, someone popped up in Cardiff under the alias, William Scott Holmes. Now only a few of us know your full name," Mycroft explained.
"I certainly hope you didn't do what I think you did," Sherlock said. "Please tell me you didn't give him my full name."
"Well up until five weeks ago I didn't think it had mattered since he shot himself in the head right in front of you," Mycroft defended.
"I can't believe Anderson was right," Sherlock complained.
"Let me guess he told you that Moriarty was still alive?" Mycroft asked.
"He came up with a theory about it," Sherlock corrected.
"Jim Moriarty is as good as dead," Mycroft stated. "It's his twin brother, Jamenson, you need to worry. He's the one using your name as an alias."
"Where is he now?" Sherlock wondered.
"Still in Cardiff keeping a low profile, but I have some of people tracking his every move. If he does anything, we will be the first to know," Mycroft answered.
Sherlock's head fell against the pillows as he sighed in frustration. "How much longer am I going to be here?"
"At least four more months," Mycroft said in a smug tone. "Do keep in mind that your were in a comatose state for a month."
"Well I'm awake now," Sherlock pointed out, "and if I am awake I should be working."
"You will be doing no such thing for a while, little brother," Mycroft stated.
"If I can't work than what am I supposed to do?" Sherlock asked.
"Get better," Mycroft said as he stood up from his seat. "I shall return tomorrow. There is another matter that we both need to discuss with John present."
Mycroft then left the room, leaving Sherlock to his thoughts while he waited for his friend to return.
The rest of the day had been a flurry of excitement. Every thirty or so minutes, someone came to visit Sherlock. A good lot of the visitors was either the press trying to get an interview or fans that wanted to get a pictures of him to post on their blogs.
John eventually called Lestrade when a fan came in and wanted to look at Sherlock's gunshot wound, and had an officer posted outside Sherlock's room.
The day had worn Sherlock out. Shortly after eating a few bites of the takeout food Molly brought by, he was asleep for the rest of the night.
