He left, causing the door to make a commotion on the way out.
Sherlock raised his head. Thoughts took over his brain. The nurse had just attacked him? The cleaner? No definitely the nurse. The skin above his ribs and forehead screamed at him. Another experiment gone wrong? No, no! Sherlock's brain screamed at him, it was the nurse. The nurse had hurt him, with a knife. So cut him.
Heavy breathing filled his ears, as well as a high frequency. A high frequency? Sherlock looked toward the sound. He saw John sat up and having an attack, a panic attack. Sherlock instantly stood up, which apparently wasn't a good idea as his whole body collapsed on the floor. I must have been drugged, he angrily thought to himself. He crawled over to the chair again and slowly put all his weight on it. He then, eventually, was able to half sit on it. As soon as he was able to reach John, he gently put his hand on top of his.
"John." His words were slurred. He cleared his throat. "John you're okay now. You're safe, I'm here."
John turned his head, in Sherlock's direction. However his eyes were glazed and not truly seeing. Sherlock started rubbing his hand gently up and down.
"John it's all okay. I'm here, he's not here any more. Please." His words were still slurring, but it was decreasing a bit.
Sherlock stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, but it was only half an hour at the most. He reassured John constantly and wondered why no other nurses or health professionals were helping. He looked down at the call button and saw it had been taken apart. As well as this the heart beat monitor, it was connected to John and a plug, however he found that it couldn't alert the nurses. Sherlock growled in frustration, but then heard a small voice.
"Sher-sherlock?" Sherlock looked towards John and saw his eyes. Panic was still there, however it was mostly gone.
"I'm here."
"He hurt you." That simple deduction, made Sherlock's face fall. He had forgotten about his wounds. They had stopped bleeding, but still stung.
"Yes, but I'm okay now."
"Is it my fau.."
"No, it is not." Sherlock interrupted him. He quickly pulled out his phone and rang Mycroft. He answered on the second ring.
"Ah, Sherlock."
"Mycroft I need you to come to the hospital. John and I were attacked."
"I'll be right there."
Sherlock hung up the phone and looked back at John. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.
"My brother." Sherlock explained, but John's eyes were still showing confusion. Eventually he spoke,
"Do you have a cloth, some water and a plaster?" Now John's confusion had transferred to Sherlock.
"What?"
"I can help you. I do it for myself a lot..." He trailed off, whilst gazing at Sherlock's fore head.
Oh the cut! Sherlock realised, "I'm fine, someone will help when Mycroft turns up."
"Don't you-you want to get a nurse now?"
"Do you really want to be alone?" Sherlock replied and John didn't reply to that. He did ask, something different, however,
"Is he-he coming back, the-the nurse that did this?"
"I don't know." John paled at this and Sherlock saw. "But I do know that we will have the highest levels of protection and that I will always be there."
John nodded as Mycroft rushed into the room, with a nurse.
"What happened?" He asked looking from John to Sherlock.
"As I have said, we were attacked." Mycroft raised his eyebrow waiting for a response. He did notice his brother's words slurring, slightly. Sherlock sighed,
"He drugged me, put something in my drink. He then made an incision..." Sherlock's mind wondered off, he didn't know what the Irish man had done to John.
"John, what happened to you? Did he hurt you?" John looked to Sherlock, John hesitated.
"He talked about my-my mother...and the punishments that she..." John trailed off. Sherlock understood and nodded.
"Help him." Mycroft said to the nurse, whilst gesturing to his younger brother. As the nurse did this Mycroft's phone rang. He answered it.
"Hello...yes all is well...no it's fine you can stay there..." Mycroft turned away slightly. "...Yes he's awake...no maybe later...actually you may want to come to gather witness statements and communicate with the nursing staff...bye"
"Was that Lestrade by any chance Mycroft?" Sarcasm falling off of Sherlock's lips.
"What does it matter?" Mycroft asked, a tiny bit of panic flew out of his mouth. Sherlock noticed.
"We're okay now, Mycroft."
Mycroft turned to look at Sherlock, a bandaged covered his head and his top was off. A bandaged also lay upon his chest. The nurse looked at Mycroft, Mycroft nodded, and the nurse walked out the room.
"Sherlock..." Mycroft started, however he stopped when he heard a knocking at the door. He opened the door, and Lestrade was there. His face was bright red, so he must have been running. Mycroft gestured for him to come in and Lestrade did, almost sheepishly.
Lestrade saw John first, he didn't appear to look a lot like Sherlock, but looks can be deceiving. He looked confused, and a bit panicked. Then Greg turned to Sherlock.
"Sherlock what the..." He looked towards John "...heck?" Sherlock had two bandages on him.
"Must we tell the whole world? We were attacked, John and I!" Frustration clawed at Sherlock. John looked shocked at this and upset. Sherlock mumbled an apology.
"Okay, okay" Lestrade said. "Can I asked what they looked liked or..."
"He was Irish, he had black hair and appeared to work here. However I wouldn't be surprised if you found out he didn't. Also his name was James, although I highly doubt that was his real name either." Sherlock responded.
Lestrade sighed and rubbed his hand down his face "Okay, why would he want to attack you?"
Mycroft responded to this with,
"My younger brother has made a lot of enemies in his life, it is probably one of them. Sherlock I need to talk to you outside. Greg you can talk to John for a bit. I'm sure John wouldn't mind." Mycroft looked at John and he shook his head. "There we go then." Lestrade looked ready to protest, but Mycroft gave him a look that said he would discuss it later.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Also happy birthday to Rupert Graves!
