Because you guys are awesome and I got so much support for the last chapter, here is another one :)
Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sherlock had just woken up when John entered his room the next morning. Sherlock was glad that John had kept his promise from a couple of days ago to come and visit him.
"How're you feeling?" asked John, as he reached Sherlock's bedside.
"I could ask you the same thing," replied Sherlock, smiling up at him, his pulse racing due to his close proximity to John.
Just then, Sherlock's breakfast was brought in, forcing John to step back and check Sherlock's wound to make sure everything was okay. The nurse set the tray down and quickly left, leaving John and Sherlock alone in the room again.
This was it. This was Sherlock's moment to say it, to say the speech he had planned last night. After all that time thinking, he'd planned out exactly what he was going to say and knew it word for word.
But Sherlock froze. He just couldn't get the words out. This had never happened to him before. He wasn't used to the funny feeling that was now in his stomach and his pulse was now racing for entirely different reasons.
And before Sherlock knew it, John had left, telling him to eat his breakfast and that he'd be back later.
When John came back after lunch, then same thing happened; Sherlock just couldn't get the words out that he wanted too. He was too nervous of rejection and that he may scare John away. He didn't want his John to go anywhere.
By dinner time, Sherlock was getting angry with himself. Why couldn't he just say what he wanted and get it over with? But it was no use, he just couldn't say the words out loud. He even tried rewriting his speech but that didn't work either.
John had noticed something was off about Sherlock but when he asked him, Sherlock just avoided the question and changed the subject.
By the time John left after dinner that night, Sherlock was a wreck. He still couldn't believe that he, Sherlock Holmes, had been unable to do something as simple as ask a question. He'd never been this afraid before to hear the answer, and that is what was stopping him.
The next day the same thing happened. Whenever the chance arose for Sherlock to say something, he'd freeze and then say something else. By the end of the day he was furious with himself at the countless opportunities he'd missed.
He was getting worried now. He'd been trying for two days and couldn't say a thing. Tomorrow was his seventh and final day at the hospital, he was being discharged tomorrow afternoon. He had to say something before he left or else he'd regret it. He couldn't just leave his John here by himself.
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It was his final day. He'd already seen John this morning and even though he was smiling, Sherlock could see the sadness in his eyes. That should've been enough for Sherlock to say something but it wasn't. As much as it hurt him to see that look in John's eyes, and it did, it hurt him more than he ever thought was possible, he still couldn't say anything.
John was just doing his final check up of Sherlock before he could sign the papers discharging him from the hospital. John was saying something about changing the bandages and about not getting the wound infected but Sherlock wasn't listening, he was too busy trying to figure out some way to say what he'd been trying to for the last few days. But it was no use. John had said his goodbyes and was out the door before Sherlock could reply. Sherlock could tell what John was doing, trying to distance himself from Sherlock so him leaving wouldn't hurt so much. And Sherlock thought maybe he should let him. As much as it hurt, maybe John would be better off without Sherlock. Maybe he would meet a nice, pretty doctor and they'd get married and have 2.5 kids and John would be happy and he wouldn't need Sherlock. And that's what stopped Sherlock calling out to John as he left. He thought John would be happier without him.
AN: I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review :) Next chapter, John's point of view!
