Chapter 25
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It was a whole day after the operation that Mrs Hudson woke up properly, John got a call from the hospital and soon the Watson-Holmes' were marching down the hospital corridor, Hamish was gripping onto the back of his papa's coat to keep up with their pace.
They were led to her private room and found her lying with an oxygen mask over her mouth and a lot of bleeping machines and things. Hamish went very wide-eyed and pale at the sight of his gran so vulnerable, he stopped in the doorway while his parents walked ahead and went straight to Mrs Hudson, who was awake and talking.
"Mrs Hudson, how are you feeling?" John asked.
"I'm alright, dear." She gave a weak smile.
Sherlock pressed a gentle kiss to Mrs Hudson's forehead and gave a supportive smile.
"Hamish?" she asked.
"He's just…" John looked around and found Hamish wasn't in the room, he sighed "I'll find him."
John rushed out of the room and ran down the corridor until he rounded a corner and found Hamish sat on the floor, back leaning against a wall, his arms wrapped around his knees.
"Hamish, darling, it's alright." John said, kneeling beside him and putting a hand on his head to get his attention, Hamish looked up at John with tears in his eyes "Gran is really poorly." Hamish said, his chin trembling.
"I know, but she's getting better." John reassured Hamish.
"What about all those machines…" Hamish sniffled.
"Most of them are just monitoring her, other than that it's just a drip to keep her nutrients and such up and an oxygen mask so that she's got a nice healthy supply of air." John explained "She wants to see you."
"I want to see her but…" Hamish trailed off.
"It's a bit scary, isn't it? Seeing strong Gran looking so vulnerable." John answered for him.
Hamish nodded hesitantly.
"That's alright, it is scary. But you have to be brave, yes? Be brave and keep going." John said.
Hamish sniffled "Okay." He said.
"Alright then, up you get." John helped Hamish up and with an arm around his shoulder he led him back to Mrs Hudson's room.
She smiled when he entered and held out a hand. Hamish went forward and took her hand with a smile, trying not to tear up.
"Are you okay, dear?" she asked.
Hamish gave a noise right between a laugh and a sob and he nodded "I'm okay. Are you, Gran?" he asked.
"All better now you're here. So, tell me about this violin performance! You did promise." Mrs Hudson insisted.
Hamish was about to talk but he faltered and said "No."
"Pardon?" Mrs Hudson asked as John sat down in the visitor's chair and Sherlock sat himself on John's lap comfortably.
"I can't tell you about my violin performance until you're all better. Papa said that you're stubborn and that if you want to hear about it then nothing will stop you. So, we wait until you're all better and then I'll tell you all about it! And now nothing bad will happen and you'll get better because you need to hear about my performance!" Hamish smiled, chuffed at his idea.
Mrs Hudson smiled gently at him "Alright then. We'll wait until I'm better."
"Papa and I made you a card!" Hamish beamed, his worries seemed to have lessened considerably and he was becoming more relaxed, he went to the little rucksack they had bought and pulled out the card and handed it to her. She had a look, the smile never leaving her features despite her obvious fatigue.
"This is wonderful, thank you." She smiled "Go and put it on my side table." She handed it to Hamish and he obliged.
Hamish looked around for a seat and when he found none he smiled and sat on top of Sherlock.
"Hamish!" John protested at being sat on by both a fully-grown man and a twelve year old child.
Hamish giggled but hopped off and sat on the edge of Mrs Hudson's bed.
"Would you like to sleep, Mrs Hudson?" Hamish asked.
"I'm alright for the moment, but don't blame me if I nod off at some point." She answered.
"Okay. Well, we'll be right here when you wake up!" Hamish smiled.
"Thank you." She nodded and Hamish hopped off the bed again and brought back the rucksack to show Mrs Hudson all the things they'd bought her.
Twenty minutes into the visit Mrs Hudson fell asleep again and both Hamish and Sherlock got very bored very quickly.
"Right, you two moaning Holmes's, listen up!" John said, standing up with his hands on his hips and looking at Sherlock and Hamish who were both lying on their backs on the floor and had previously been moaning and complaining about boredom until John caught their attention.
"Hey!" Sherlock sat up "We're Watsons too!"
"Yes, you are. But us Watsons do not complain! We are patient. Holmes's, you are impatient and complain as much as you can, right now, you are both Holmes's through and through. So, you listen to Doctor Watson a.k.a dad." John said sternly and Hamish sat up too with a hopeful smile at entertainment.
"Now, I am going to be your Doctor for today, I want you both stood up and we'll run some medical tests on you!" John smiled; he grabbed a stethoscope from the side and hung it round the back of his neck.
Hamish giggled as he and his papa stood beside each other against the wall at attention.
"Excuse me, young man, this is no giggling matter." John said and shook his head in fondness and fake disapproval.
Hamish tried to stop laughing but he couldn't and soon Sherlock was laughing too, John had picked up a clipboard and a pen and soon pointed the pen at his husband "You, Mr Watson-Holmes, you think this is a joke? If you continue this appalling behaviour you'll get a smacked bottom!" John threatened.
"Ohh, I'm so scared!" Sherlock mocked with a grin.
"Don't push me, Watson-Holmes. Now, let me listen to those hearts of yours." John said, he put the stethoscope buds in his ears and pressed the other end against Hamish's heart, he nodded approvingly "Nice and strong there." And moved onto Sherlock, he had a listen again "Ohh, a nice strong beat there too… though slightly faster than the norm… and your pupils are dilated, are you quite alright, Mr Watson-Holmes?" John asked.
"You smell very nice." Sherlock explained.
"Well, I think it's best that you calm down if we want to continue this examination." John said.
"Now, Hamish, sit in the chair." John pointed.
Hamish went over and sat down and waited.
John used the side of his hand and gave a firm knock to the bottom of Hamish's knee-cap and his leg went shooting up, Hamish laughed and said "Do that again!"
John chuckled and tapped at Hamish's knee again, Hamish demanded an explanation and John quickly explained.
"Now, papa's turn!"
Hamish got up and went back to lean against the wall while Sherlock sat down and John tapped his leg and it went kicking up.
"And finally, the last test is that you need to spin on the spot and say 'awooga'." John said.
Sherlock and Hamish both did as told.
"And what was that testing, dad?" Hamish asked once he'd stilled.
"Oh, nothing." John said as he giggled "I just thought it would be funny."
"DAD!" Hamish protested while Sherlock shouted "John!" indignantly.
"You two are gullible." John smiled and sat in the visitor's chair "Now, are you two bored still?"
"No." Sherlock said and Hamish shook his head.
"Good, then my master plan worked! Now, I think it's time for dinner, do you want to go home or eat in the canteen or go out for dinner, what shall we do?" John asked, swinging his arms up and down.
"I vote for eating out." Sherlock said.
"But I don't want to leave Gran! We said we'd be here when she woke up, what if we aren't?" Hamish asked.
"Mmm." John took both points in and then looked over to his husband "Why don't you go and get us a take-away, stretch your legs, and I'll stay here with Hamish, and then we can all have a little dinner in here?"
"Good plan." Sherlock nodded and put his coat on; he ruffled Hamish's hair, planted a kiss on John's lips, and sauntered away.
Author's note:
Thank you so much to all of you for your support and kindness. I have decided not to worry about my writing, I am aware that I have improved considerably since I started writing fanfiction, so I'll just continue writing how I normally do but just put a little more effort into it! Please review! Thank you!