The touches stopped for 3 months. Life went on as usual,late-night pursuits and bad take-away but a subtle change had taken over 221B. You wouldn't know it,though, if you lived there but John did and he was happy. Maybe Sherlock did listen to what John said and respected at least some of his wishes after all; Sherlock blew up less dead things and John had 3 dates (none of which went well, and not because of Sherlock for once).Then John was dumped, bound and gagged,off a bridge into the Thames. Sherlock barely arrived there in time, ambulances and Lestrade at his had never seen Sherlock so pale as when he pulled a lifeless John out of the shoved everyone away and dropped down by John ripping off his own stripped John to the waist, wrapping him in his shirt and coat, and pressed his mouth to John's.

John was floating in the clouds. Everything was so peaceful around him.
1-2-3-4-5-...
1-2-3-4...
John turned his head but he couldn't see where the counting was coming from
1-2-3-Please,John,please...
He didn't want to leave but someone was calling him...needed him and he was a doctor,what if lives were on the line? He had to had to go back.

John coughed and grey water spilled over his lips and chest. Sherlock tucked an arm under John and turned him to his side, making soothing noise as he rubbed small circles on his back. "Get it all up,come on John."
John puked several more times He was dimly aware of Sherlock sitting beside him in the dirt, rubbing his back. John closed his eyes and breathed deeply
"Christ that was awful." His voice was ragged from the strain and he winced.

"Sh don't talk John. Save your throat."
Sherlock rolled John carefully onto his back and peered into his face searching to see if he was okay. John could feel Sherlock's gaze upon him and opened his eyes a slit. The flashing lights of the ambulance was glaring in his eyes making them squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sh'lock?" he groped beside him for Sherlock, breathing a sigh of relief when a cold, slender hand took his.

" They're taking you to hospital, 're alright."

Sherlock put his hand on John's cheek and held it there until the paramedics whole time they set John up for the ambulance, Sherlock lingered by his side. John opened his eyes long enough to take in Sherlock -crease between the eyes,frown,hair on end. John wanted to tell him not to worry; he just took in a little water but the jolt of the EMTs loading the stretcher into the back of the ambulance made his stomach lurch and John squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on not puking. The ground spun beneath him and he saw black.
John rolled his head on his pillow to look at Sherlock .John had been ordered full bed rest and John took full advantage of it, forcing Sherlock to cook and do the shopping (which only happened once...after he came home with 5 pounds of jelly babies,a bucket of lard and some pickles John decided it was best he ask Mrs. Hudson to do the shopping for now on).
Not that Sherlock wasn't trying, because he was. Sherlock had not left John's side save for books or drew the line at allowing any sort of experiment being done in his room,especially since John was temporarily unable to run from any fire or explosion Sherlock's experiments would inevitably cause.
Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed,arms laden with books.
"No more experiments,please, involving human tongues in pickle brine, or shrunken heads or.." He flopped his hand. "You get the idea."
Sherlock looked up interested. "Shrunken heads?"
John blanched "Oh,God. NO Sherlock,no shrinking heads in the stove."

Sherlock flapped a hand at him. "Don't be ridiculous.I'll need a dehydrator to do it properly.
"Please,don't. Please?" John begged but Sherlock was already up and pacing the room.
"I know where I can find a good dehydrator."
John flipped over facing away from Sherlock. He already regretted waking up.
When John woke up again Sherlock was sitting on the floor reading a book, "Concerning Shrunken Heads."
What had he gotten himself into?
John was released to work two days later-on his weekend thankfully- and everything was as it was before,John doing everything to keep the flat clean while Sherlock did his best to make it seemed particularly hell-bent on destroying it as of thought he would use to be Sherlock's eccentricities by now but he nearly screamed when he pulled a scrotum out of his held it at arms length and stalked to Sherlock's kicked the door open and brandished the testicles.
"Sherlock, what the HELL was this doing in my shoe?"
Sherlock bounced out of bed. "Ah,wondered where you'd gone to."
"You owe me ."
Sherlock seemed to notice John for the first time. "Oh,do I?"
John did his best not to scream. He took a deep breath letting it out in a whoosh. "Lestrade texted me,might have a case for us."
He had to run to catch up to Sherlock.
Sherlock was quiet the taxi ride over. He leaned over his legs, elbows on his knees, fingers shook his head and smiled out the window. From ball of energy to deep thought in a matter of didn't move when the cab stopped and John had to tap Sherlock's leg to get his attention. Well, he meant to but the cab lurched to a stop and John nearly ended up with his head in Sherlock's lap. He put his hand out on Sherlock's upper thigh to stop himself from tipping over completely.
"Erm, time to go." John's face burnt and he was afraid to look at did though, and regretted it. Sherlock still had that look of extreme concentration on his face, but now it was focused entirely on John.
Sherlock sighed "Yes alright." but he was already gone. For once, Sherlock was the one jogging to keep up.