Greg was sitting on the hard waiting room chair, his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. What the hell was that?! Greg his brother is in hospital for goodness sakes! Greg was both annoyed and glad that John ran in when he did, yea the kiss was great but it shouldn't have happened. He ran his hands over his face rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes and sighed.
He shouldn't be thinking of this here, he scolded himself and took out his phone to make a quick call to his dad.

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Down the corridor Mycroft was sitting with a slightly groggy Sherlock. He has so much that he wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to start talking, his eyes kept drifting over to his brother's arms that were now bandaged.

"If you're not going to speak get out." The hoarse voice filled the room, Mycroft blinked.

"Don't be unreasonable brother."

"Oh, so I am your brother now?" Mycroft scoffed.

"Don't be so dramatic Sherlock, you've always been my brother."

"Only when it matters."

"Again with the dramatics, Sherlock. You almost died, no sorry scratch that, you did die."

"Yes, so I've noticed. Thank goodness for paramedics." Sherlock glared at Mycroft who sneered in response.

"Sherlock what were you thinking?" he said sternly.

"I was thinking of not dealing with you people ever again." Sherlock was starting to raise his voice as was Mycroft. Mycroft opened his mouth to reply but Sherlock cut him off.

"No Mycroft. That's it, conversation over. Get out."

"Sher-"

"I said 'Get out'! I don't want to see you in here again!"

Mycroft wanted to yell at Sherlock, saying how much he needed him, how he panicked when he thought he would lose him. Instead he got up grabbed his jacket and turned to leave but spun back around to his brother.

"Fine, you can speak to John instead."

"Listen to me for once in your bloody life, Mycroft. I don't want to see you and I certainly do not want to see John either. Now. Get. Out." Sherlock yelled.

Mycroft turned back around and left, closing the door more harshly than needed startling one of the nurses. "Sorry." He then headed back to the waiting room he turned the corner and froze. He had completely forgotten that Greg was still here, and he kissed him. He jumped back around the corner not knowing what to do. Come on Mycroft, just go in and talk like a normal person. He took a deep breath and walked around the corner to Greg who was playing on his phone. He looked up when he saw the older man approach him.

"Hey, how is he?" Greg sounded concerned which, to Mycroft, made him cuter. Ugh. Stop it! "Um he uh. I'm not sure..." Greg looked at him confused "What do you mean?" "We uh argued so he kicked me out." Greg patted the seat next to him, "I'm sure he'll come around, he's been through a lot." Mycroft sat next to Greg noticing for the first time that John wasn't in the room. "Where's John?" Greg rubbed his eye, "Em, he left about ten-15 minutes ago to get coffees. He should be back soon." He paused "Hey, maybe John can talk some sense into Sherlock?"

Mycroft scoffed, "Sherlock said he didn't want to see me or John." he slumped back against the chair running a hand through his messy hair and sighed. "What am I going to do?" he asked no one in particular. Then an idea struck him, "Gregory." Greg looked to him confused "What?" "Sherlock said he didn't want to see me or John, he didn't say anything about you." Greg's eyes went wide and he started stuttering, "Uh, um, wha- um are you sure that's a good idea?" Mycroft took one of Greg's hands in his "Please Gregory, he might open up to you." Well Greg couldn't say no to that, could he? He nodded, "OK, sure." He got up and slowly made his way to Sherlock's room.

Knocking 5 times he entered and saw Sherlock sitting propped up against the pillows reading a book. Sherlock never looked up at him but spoke "Knocking five times? OCD?" Greg stuttered again, "Uh.. I guess." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "What do you want Graham?" OK no that made Greg a little annoyed "It's Greg." "Of course it is, George." Greg moved further into the room "Haha, funny." he said with a deadpan expression. "The only funny thing here is that you're nervous. Why? Do I make you nervous?"
Greg couldn't do this, he couldn't talk to this boy, the boy he just had to save, the boy whose brother he just kissed. It wasn't right. He swallowed hard. "I'm fine." Sherlock scoffed at that, "Sure thing Gerry, whatever you say." "It's still Greg." Sherlock smirked "It is? Since when?" Then the smirk was gone, "Actually, what are you doing here? Mycroft would have come in the ambulance and John would have found his way here, so why is Mr Lestrade standing by my bedside?"

Greg was looking at his jacket zip, trying to avoid looking at him. "Right, um, John rang me and told me that...you... you had taken something and needed help, so I ran to your house and told My- uh your brother that you were in trouble. When we got to your room he kind of froze and didn't know what to do, so I.. uh I had to um check you." Greg looked anywhere but at Sherlock, he couldn't without seeing him pale and lifeless. "You weren't breathing so I had to do CPR until the ambulance arrived."

"That still doesn't answer why you're here now." Sherlock's eyes were burning into the side of his face, he could feel it. "John ran to your house from his so I had my dad give us a lift here." "Hmm, and what happened between you and my brother in the space of that time."

Wait what?

A wide eyed Greg replied "What makes you think something happened?" Sherlock smirked again "Well the fact that you have avoided using his name and also the answer you just gave, not to mention you look like a deer in headlights. So out with it, what happened? You make a pass at him when I was dying? That's low Graham." Greg's eyes snapped up to Sherlock's "Your brother was the one who made the pass at me Sherly." "It's Sherlock." Greg gasped in mock horror, "It is? Since when?" Throwing Sherlock's words back at him. Sherlock merely smirked "Touché Lestrade."

Greg laughed and stood up, "Right, I really should be off again, let you rest and all." Sherlock nodded, his eyes were heavy. "Please, please take my insufferable brother with you. God, I don't know what you see in him." Greg laughed again and nodded. "Goodnight Sherlock, we'll be back tomorrow."

"Bye George."

Greg left the room smiling and Sherlock nestled into the pillows ready to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. "Oh what now." he muttered to himself. "Come in." He was expecting Mycroft to be saying something silly or one of the nurses but both predictions were wrong.

"John."

Dammit.