I walk out of the door to find a very upset Mycroft. He is leaning on the wall opposite Sherlock's room with his hand over his face. He is crying.

"Mycroft?"

"Oh! …yes, hello, John… I was just-"

"It's ok." I smile at him. "Sherlock's fine."

"Thank God." He lets out a shaky breath. "The cab ride here was so long; it took ages," he tells me.

"Where were you?"

"I was doing my job, John."

"I guess it's a secret then."

"Precisely."

I cross my arms and look at him, smirking. "I didn't know you liked him so much."

"Well, he is family, isn't he?"

"I suppose. But I thought that 'caring is not an advantage'." I say, quoting him.

I can see his eyes tearing up again. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes them quickly. "That does not mean it is impossible." He sniffs loudly. "Or voluntary." he continues.

I start laughing, and he gives me a strange look. "Ah, so the great Holmes brothers don't feel a thing, right? They don't CHOOSE to feel?" I say sarcastically. "Well guess what?" I raise my eyebrows, and Mycroft goes back to his usual blank expression.

"What, Doctor Watson?"

"Sherlock does."

"He does.. what?"

"Feel."

"John-"

"So don't EVER say he doesn't." I walk off, leaving Mycroft standing in front of the hospital room. 'I wonder if Sherlock heard that?' I think to myself. As I walk off, I bump into a startled Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh! Sorry Mrs. Hudson-"

"No, it was my fault…"

"Are you ok?"

"Well, I got the call from Lestrade and came straight away."

"Right. He's fine."

"That's good. Which room is he in?"

"That one-" I point to the door.

"Thank you. Have you already seen him? You must have-"

"Yes, I did."

"Ah, I see." I smile at her, and notice that she is holding an envelope. A plain white envelope. 'A card?' I think. 'Should I ask her what it is? Is that rude?' All these thoughts swirl around in my head, but I choose to ignore them. 'It's her own business…'

"Well, I've got to be going… See you back at the flat."

"See you later, John." She smiles warmly at me and walks on.

The next morning I jump out of bed and quickly put some clothes on. I get to see Sherlock again in the hospital. I don't even pause to eat something, and rush out the door. I quickly call a cab, and sit impatiently the entire ride over there.

I burst through the door and walk over to the front desk. The lady looks up at me.

"Hello, I'm here to see Sherlock Holmes."

"Ah, yes- just sign in on that sign in sheet."

"Oh, yes, of course." I say rushing through the words.

She smiles at me as I grab the pen. It slips out of my fingers and falls to the floor. The sound echoes in the empty room.

"Damn." I say under my breath. I lean down to pick it up, and quickly scribble my name on the paper.

"You really care about him." she says.

"Yes. I do." I say bluntly. I nod my head and walk down the hallway leading to Sherlock's room. My heart is beating a million times a minute. 'I get to see him… I get to see him…' I think over and over.

I pause standing in front of the door. I take a couple deep breaths in and out. I fix my hair and adjust my jumper. I softly knock on the door. "Sherlock?" I whisper. For a minute I don't hear anything. 'He is probably sleeping…' I think.

"John."

I hear my name through the door, and my heart starts beating hard against my chest. I open the door and look at him. He is in the same place I left him yesterday, his hair messy and blue eyes shining.

I walk over to him and sit on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. How are you?"

"I'm fine." I smile. "I'm glad to finally see you again." I say.

"You only saw me a few hours ago."

"I know… But I was lonely last night without you."

"Me too."

I brush his curls away from his forehead, and his hand reaches up and grabs mine. "Sherlock-"

He scrunches his eyebrows like he is deducing me. "John, you didn't get much sleep last night."

"Sher-"

"You have dark circles under your eyes." Sherlock scans my face. "You didn't have dinner last night… or breakfast this morning."

"Don't worry about me." I respond.

"I do, John. Every day."

"I'm fine."

Sherlock kindly smiles at me, and I smile back. He removes my hand from his face and kisses it. I lean forward and kiss him softly. He breathes out through his nose and places his hands on my neck, pulling me closer. I reluctantly pull away, and stand up. As I walk over to the window and open the curtains, I see the envelope from Mrs. Hudson resting on the table. It is open, but the letter is missing.

"John."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I do too, Sherlock."

I gaze out the window at the sunrise. 'I wonder how long I can stay?' I think. I suddenly feel warm arms wrap around my waist. Sherlock rests his head on my shoulder.

"Sherlock…" I whisper.

"John…" He starts kissing my neck, and I sigh. I slowly close my eyes and focus only on the low purr of his voice. "John…" he repeats.

I turn around, still wrapped up in his arms, and slowly open my eyes. Sherlock smiles down at me. His arms move up from my waist to back. "Hello, Love." he says.

"Hello." I say, smiling. 'We are so close...'

Sherlock leans in and kisses me on the cheek. I kiss him on the nose. "I love you." I tell him.

"I know, darling…" Sherlock leans forward and grabs me in a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes. "John… John…" he whispers over and over in my ear.