So, so, so, so, sorry for the delay of the final chapter, seriously busy. Anyway here it is :) Thank you for all the reviews, I will take everything you have said and use it in future stories so thank you :D Anyway enjoy and I'll likely see you soon :D
"John, can you hear me?"
"Don't fall back to sleep."
A deep voice whispered into my ear these two lines and I could feel my body slowly wake up from the peaceful sleep it was in. I felt as my limbs slowly started to come back to life leaving me with a sensation of pins and needles in my fingers which I quickly tried to get rid of my lightly moving them around. But as I tried to stretch them out it seemed that there was some sort of encasing around them holding them tightly together and even with the little movement present in my fingers the clamp seemed to tighten.
"John, come on you can do it."
That voice, it sounded so familiar but my mind just couldn't picture it. The longing to find the owner of such a deep, rich voice started to nag at the back of my head and it soon became too much. I slowly lifted my eyelids open to be greeted by a bright blinding light that left me wincing so I quickly shut them back up.
"Come on John… Please…"
I willed myself to open my eyes again, this time preparing myself for the bright light that still refused to dim down. Looking around the crystal white room I saw vases of flowers and groups of 'get well soon' cards settled along the windowsill and on top of cabinets, how long have I been out?
Slowly my brain clicked onto what happened and looking down at all the bruising's and damages to my body I realised the severity of what occured to me. Although I would have wished to find out the extent of my injuries the sudden lack of voice coming from beside the bed halted me in my tracks.
Peering up into the glistening eyes of the man currently occupying the chair to the side of my bed I finally realised who it was, Sherlock.
"John, are you ok?"
Concern was etched all over his face and as my gaze slowly travelled down to our joined hands I noticed that Sherlock was wearing a very un-flattering hospital gown- wait a minute. "Sherlock, why aren't you in your bed? Do they know you've gone?" I managed to choke out a response.
"As you can see I'm fine, those absent-minded nurses just needed to check me out, I have no serious injuries and the only reason I am still in the hospital gown is for precautions."
"You didn't answer my question Sherlock."
I watched as Sherlock lowered his head and mumbled something under his breath. "Speak up Sherlock." Again Sherlock spoke but a little bit louder this time, allowing me to hear parts of what he was saying "Sherlock." It seemed the tone of my voice was enough for Sherlock to raise his head and lock back onto my eyes.
"For goodness sakes John. Do you want to know the truth? Well here it is. Since that day at the pool I can't stop thinking about what could have happened and what if it all went wrong, the realisation of not seeing you again was something that I now fear. Every morning I walk myself up towards your bedroom and check to make sure your still there. Firstly I thought it was just as an assurance to me but as days went past something changed, and I couldn't figure it out… The great Sherlock Holmes couldn't figure out the mystery of John Hamish Watson. Then this whole thing happened with the bank and it all clicked into place." The words spilled out of Sherlock so fast that I had to double check to see if I heard it correctly. "John." The sincerity in his voiced caused me to stop the thoughts whizzing around my brain and focus all my attention onto him "I- I… care about you."
Did I hear that right? "What."
"Don't make me repeat myself, you know I hate repetition."
"ummmm, well-" Sherlock suddenly looked ashamed of what he just said, I believe he feared what I might say next. "-ummm, I care about you too". Nothing could have prepared me for the smile that appeared on Sherlock's face, he seemed relieved and I couldn't help but feel the same.
"Good well, before you woke up I messaged Mycroft to bring over some necessities for us during your duration of stay so he should be here soon, also I'm goi-"Deciding that I had enough of his talking I slowly lifted myself up onto my elbow and raised my right hand up to caress his cheek, quickly before he had a chance to question me I leaned my lips across to his and pulled him forward for a chaste kiss. Before I allowed myself to become too engrossed I pulled back and settled back down onto the mattress.
"What were you saying?" A smirk played across my mouth.
"ummm, right well," Sherlock looks so cute when he's flustered, I should surprise him more "I'm just going to, umm, talk to the nurses about checking out," I couldn't contain my laugh as I watched Sherlock quickly evacuate the seat and turn towards the door "John, likely Mycroft will be here soon to drop the things of so please refrain from mentioning anything about how I behaved in there." Sherlock still refused to turn around.
"Oh you mean when your feelings took over and you suddenly lost it?" I couldn't help but replay the scene in my mind.
"Yeah, that bit."
"I thought you looked cute."
"I'm not cute… I'm dangerous." Again a laugh escaped my lips as I watched Sherlock finally open up the hospital door. As he left the room I heard the faint whisper of 'I love you John' before the door closed behind him, it was so quiet that I feared I just imagined it. Settling down back onto the hard bed I wrapped myself up tightly in the duvets and placed a finger against my lips before silently whispering in response "I love you too Sherlock".