Chapter 7: Nightmares

A/N:

Italics are flashback. This is normal time.

Sorry for the delay but I was having trouble writingbut its summer so I'll update weekly at the latest.

I don't own Sherlock and am not making profit. But John could be mine if he asked. ; )

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"You freak!" she spat.

Whimpering I attempt to back up even farther into my corner. My head goes sharply up as she pulls my hair up and lifts me so I am staring at her.

"You dare look at me in the eye!" she yells slapping my face. "Look down!" I cast my eyes down how I could forget. Whack! She shoves me up against the wall. My head takes the impact and I feel the sensation of blood trickling down the back of my head. Light headed and dizzy, I try to remove her hand from my throat. She raises her arms and beats pushing me against the wall before finally dropping and kicking me in the ribs. I curl up into a ball, tears streaming down my face.

Then she comes back. Puzzled, I attempt to back up but the same thing happens again and again.

"Freak! Freak! Freak!"

Smash.

Blood.

No, stop. Please. I-I'm sorry. It hurts. Please, stop.

"Freak!"

"John!"

John? John! That's me! Help! Wait-is this real?

Yes, there's blood, my blood.

"John!"

Wak-

Gasping I sit up. My damp blonde hair covering my face. I taking raged breaths and put my head on my knees.

"John? Are you alright?" says Harry.

Oh, Harry was the one calling my name in my dream? No, it wasn't a dream it was a- well there's another word for it. Nightmare.

~Harry's POV~

I was woken up by the crashing of something against the wall next to my room. When I entered I saw John trashing around in his bed whimpering. A nightmare. I tried calling out his name but he didn't wake up. He was trashing more wildly. I shook him harder saying John over and over like a martyr. He finally awoke his breaths coming out ragged and his eyes looking about wildly. He started shaking and folded up his knees around him, his deemed favorite position to be in. Hesitantly, I said his name again, "John?" He looked up and I could see his eyes full of fear. I climbed into his bed and sat next to him. He flinched but he didn't move away. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around him and he slowly relaxed, putting his head on my shoulder as I patted his head. Silent tears were running down his cheeks.

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I sit still, waiting. He hasn't done anything in a week; coma and no signs of him waking up anytime soon. But, still I wait, he will wake up soon I just know it.

I woke up to the sound of the heart monitor going faster. Startled I look at John. His hand was clenching and unclenching rapidly.

"John," I say excitedly. I am hovering over his overcome with excitement. His eyes open slowly and I am practically on him. "John," I whisper with relief. He looks at me and-

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