Sherlock's Collapse
Mycroft was in his study, John was in the sitting room, and the new house guest was flipping through Sherlock's file when all of a sudden there was a loud thud.
Mycroft got to the room first, followed by the others at his heels. He ran to the bathroom, and saw the water running, and Sherlock sprawled out on the floor.
"Oh God… Baba what happened?! Oh God, why didn't you call for me…" Mycroft scooped him up, and sat them on the bed, John rushing to check the stitches.
"Thought I was fine… been a few days," Sherlock was horrified, but he was too tired to care.
"Shhhh, its alright, my Sherlock I am here now, shhhhhh, I am here," he started rocking them, like when Sherlock was a baby. Sherlock merely buried his face in Myc's chest, his cheeks flushed and hot with embarrassment.
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"John take my pulse, I think I had a mini heart attack," Mycroft leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
"I know, God I know," Mycroft was truly terrified and that never happened.
"Go read him the bunny story, let him know it's all OK," Mycroft felt Alistair's hand on his shoulder.
"I know… God, he could have had a head injury… Jesus," they stayed back, giving the siblings much needed time alone.
Mycroft sat on the bed softly, book in hand. He gently climbed over to the other side, and took Sherlock in his strong arms.
"Sherlock, Sherlock what's my name?"
"Mycroft this is stupid-"
"Where do you live?"
"My, seriously, stop I didn't hit my head… Stop this isn't you,"
"Once upon a time there was a little bunny who lived with his mother…" Mycroft opened the book and began to read.