Woohoo, three chapters in a row! Here's John's point of view of the previous chapter.

Next chapter is going to take a bit longer. Don't forget you can PM me if you think I've forgotten or I'm taking to long :)

Sorry again.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

John was a bit nervous arriving at the hospital this morning. He didn't want there to be any weirdness between him and Sherlock after the events of yesterday. He needn't have worried though; he'd walked in, asking Sherlock how he was and Sherlock had asked him the same thing in return, already joking about the events from the previous day. John felt himself relax a bit as he was checking Sherlock's bandages, although, his heart was beating quite rapidly due to how close he was standing to Sherlock.

"I'll be back after lunch," said John, as he had to leave as his shift was about to start, "and don't forget to eat your breakfast."

John started noticing something was different about Sherlock both during his afternoon shift and when he saw him during dinner.

"Are you okay?" John asked, not really expecting an answer from Sherlock but hoping he'd get one.

Sherlock just dismissed the question and went back to talking about the case he had been describing to John.

The next day was the same. Sherlock seemed mostly normal but then John would notice a look he got, as if Sherlock had something to say or had something really important on his mind. But the look would be there and gone in a second, leaving John to question if he ever say it in the first place.

John knew that Sherlock was meant to be discharged tomorrow and he was starting to worry. Sherlock had made him happy in the week since they'd met and John hoped that they'd continue to be friends once Sherlock was no longer his patient.

And then it hit John. What if that was it? What if that was what Sherlock had been trying to say? Sherlock didn't want to continue being friends. He'd grown bored of John but didn't know how to tell him. Sherlock didn't seem the type to not say something because it would hurt someone's feelings. But Sherlock had seen him at his most vulnerable. And maybe by just leaving tomorrow and not saying anything to John, it was kinder than saying anything at all. Sherlock was for once keeping his mouth shut and thinking of others. John should have been proud of him for that but it hurt that he was doing it for him. It was like he both cared and didn't care at the same time. John had wondered why Sherlock had taken an interest in him and it turned out he hadn't, he was just a distraction for the week while he was in hospital.

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John was doing his final check of Sherlock before he could be discharged. He wanted to say something, he really did. Maybe ask Sherlock out for coffee, or just for his number? Anything. Anything that would mean John still got to see Sherlock. But he was too afraid that his thoughts from the previous day were correct. He was afraid that Sherlock had lost interest in him and didn't want to see him again. If Sherlock wanted to continue their friendship he'd say something, right?

John still couldn't help how his heart rate increased while being this close to Sherlock. While last time he'd felt butterflies in his stomach, this time he just felt a nearly suffocating pain in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd gotten so attached to this man in less than a week. Granted, he was a pretty exceptional man, but he was still surprised at the strength of his feelings for him.

He didn't want to be around Sherlock anymore, not feeling like this. He quickly said goodbye, reminding Sherlock to take his antibiotics to stop his wound getting infected and then he left. His leg was throbbing and he couldn't wait until his shift was over. He couldn't wait to go home and try to forget about the great Sherlock Holmes.

AN: I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review :) Next chapter, you'll just have to wait and see!