The sedation was lifted in the morning, and it was only the pain meds that kept Sherlock sleeping, and if John knew anything, he knew that it meant Sherlock wouldn't be sleeping for too much longer. Unluckily for Sherlock, Doctor Coleman hadn't liked how he'd reacted to the immunosuppressant drugs, and wanted to keep him intubated until at least the next morning. He'd been optimistic that Sherlock would sleep that long, but John was far more realistic, and knew Sherlock was close to waking up, no where near the twenty or so hours more that the medical staff had been hoping for him to sleep.
Indeed, John was correct. Only a few hours later, Sherlock made slight motions in his sleep, signalling he was close to waking up. It was another half hour before it finally happened.
Sherlock stirred, and one hand twitched. John could tell what it was trying to do, reach up to his throat, then to his mouth to pull out the tube. He waited for Sherlock's eyes to open and focus on him to speak.
"You're intubated you clot," John said kindly. "It seems the new heart and old lungs aren't getting along so well. It should have been expected though, considering how great you get along with other people. And then we go and shove a bit of another person in you. I'm surprised there isn't a full blown civil war going on." He smiled.
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
John smiled. "Perhaps tomorrow they'll behave and we can let them out of time out. How are you feeling?"
Sherlock only closed his eyes in response.
John nodded. "That's a normal response. Are you in a lot of pain?"
Sherlock cracked one eye open in a seriously John, I've just had major surgery where they broke my bones and shifted everything around and stuck an entirely new organ in me right after taking out the one I've had for my whole life, and you ask if it hurts? look.
John rolled his eyes. "Fine then."
He pushed a button on one of the many machines surrounding Sherlock's bed, and Sherlock could feel the pain slipping away, along with his consciousness.