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Author's note:

Hey! Sorry for the delayed chapter I had a lot of homework and I couldn't finish it in time, but here you go! :D I actually don't have anything to say today other than thank you all do much for reading, reviewing and following/favorite-ing :P It really motivates me to write more c: So you just keep doing what you're doing and be awesome :D And sorry this chapter is so short D:Like I said, I've had a lot of homework lately but I think this week will be easier c:


The doctor led Sherlock through a long corridor he hadn't seen when he wandered inside a few moments ago. Some rooms were open but most were closed. Some of the open ones had people inside, either a woman laying down or someone cleaning.

The women looked exhausted, the color drained from their face. Sherlock wondered if that's how John would look like.

Also, Sherlock couldn't help but observe the doctor's features. He had blonde hair and was maybe his same height. He gave a sense of familiarity but Sherlock brushed it what seemed hours, but were merely some minutes of walking, the doctor came to a halt and knocked on a door. The door had a metal engraving with the numbers 142 .

A nurse opened the door from inside and put a finger to her lips signaling silence, then walked back inside the room. The nurse got busy with the machinery next to the bed. Sherlock just stared at the sleeping figure that laid motionless under white covers.

The nurse finished her job and walked out the door with the doctor, closing it after her. Sherlock sat down next to John on the arm-chair next to the bed and watched his chest heaving up and down in rhythm with his soft breathing. The machine connected to John made constant beeping sounds and filled the silence in the room.

The doctor had told him that John was awake when he left and maybe his exhaustion got to him. Sherlock just sat there, waiting. He could wait a bit more, after all, he'd been awake almost 72 hours now.

John woke up feeling numb and tired. He looked around with blurred vision but couldn't make anything of the darkened shapes in the room. He recalled asking the doctor to call Sherlock but that was thirty minutes ago according to the clock on the wall. He must have fallen asleep. He tried to sit up but a sharp pain prevented him to do so. He rubbed his eyes and looked around again, until he recognized the sleeping man on the arm-chair next to him.

Sherlock's body was, for once, John thought, relaxed. His limp figure reminded him of a sleeping child. Then that's when he remembered, where was his child?

John felt around his stomach but only felt bandages wrapped around his abdomen. The movement on the bed caused Sherlock to wake up and look at John with confusion.

"John?"

"Where's the baby?"

"He was taken to nursery. I read his report, he's fine."

John sighed in relief and relaxed his back on the bed again.

"He?"

Sherlock smiled softly and nodded, taking John's hand in his and massaging it soothingly.

John mirrored his smile and tried to get a better position on the bed to get his body to relax more.

"My back hurts."

"I'll ask the doctor to give you a stronger painkiller."

John nodded and Sherlock went out of the room in search for the doctor. John noticed Sherlock's coat hanging next to the door. He sat up trying to ignore the pain that emanated from his lower abdomen. John reached the floor with his feet and got off the bed. He disconnected the wires from his arms and walked as best as he could to the door, taking Sherlock's coat and putting it over himself to avoid attracting attention from the nurses.

He had one goal set on his mind. The nursery. He wasn't going to let that 'doctor' to get to his child that easily.


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