When John finally regained consciousness, he couldn't believe it. He actually couldn't believe it. He laughed. He woke up bruised and achey and had to struggle to stay awake but he laughed anyway. He was happy. He had not been so happy in years. He was alive—he had survived. His arm was in a sling and his shoulder hurt like hell. His legs were stiff and numb and his head was throbbing. He could feel a slight sting on his cheek and his forehead. He turned to look at the bunk next to him. Milo was sitting up, his shoulder wrapped tightly. He was turning the pages of his book when he looked up at John. His face split into a smile.
"He's awake!" Milo said happily. "Welcome to the living world, mate!"
"Milo… how did we make it out of there?" He said.
"We were close enough to the other base, conveniently. They heard all the ruckus and flew right out to see us." Milo hesitated. "You almost died, John."
"Yeah I know." John murmured. "I could feel it." "Did you have a near-death experience or anything?" Milo asked. John chewed on his lip before responding,
"No." He moved his shoulders a little bit. "It was just… dark. Endless dark."
"Oh." Milo said. "That's too bad. I mean, if you're going to nearly die it might as well be an interesting situation."
One of the doctors came in and smiled at John's alertness.
"Ah! Good to see you awake, Dr. Watson. I was hoping to first meet you in a better condition."
"I was hoping the same thing."
"Well." She said smiling as she grabbed his file. "Let's see. Rest for two more weeks—we'll continue grafting the skin on your burnt legs and change your bandages… and then four weeks of physical therapy for your arm and legs, alright?"
John nodded. "What happens after that?"
"Well…" She sighed. "I was looking forward to working with you, John. But you're going to have to finish your studies at home."
John's lips parted and his eyes widened. The blips on the heart monitor increased in pace. "I… You mean I'm going home? I'm going back to England?"
"Yes." She nodded. "We've informed your mother of your return. We would send you home sooner, but your skin isn't taking to the grafts well enough." She shrugged. "It is, but it's just taking a while."
"And I'm not as bad off, but I wanted to go home with you. I've got dead arm, essentially, and it twitches an awful lot. I think the bullet struck a nerve because I can barely move it. I could've gotten the next plane out, but I want to stay with you." Milo sad happily. "Basically it's physical therapy here or back home."
"Where do you live?"
"Four and half years he knows me and now he asks!" Milo laughed. John sighed.
"Nevermind, I don't want to know if you're going to be smart about it."
"Northampton." He said. "I want to live in London when I get back.
"I lived in Bromley." John said. "It was nice, I guess. My mum couldn't afford much, but we lived nice enough. I want to live in London too."
"I've never even been." Milo said.
"I have. A couple times. With a friend."
"Sherlock?" Milo asked. John's heart fell at the name. Sherlock. Of course. He was going into London. Moriarty would keep them apart with all of the effort he could muster. The plane would fall. His first attempt to kill John failed, so now he'd have to shoot the plane down or something. John closed his eyes and sighed. He would enjoy the last few weeks he had of being alive. He would try and recover to his fullest on the off chance that he survived a plane crash.
The happiness he had felt for living slowly boiled back down to his usual level. He had become accustomed to closing its eyes and wiping his face clean of emotion. Milo told him that people thought that he was mysterious when he did this. He assured Milo that he was.
wow this is tiny
it got the point across though. John still thinks that there is a possibility that the plane will be shot down.
Bahh I'll post another.
review please~