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They got back to 221B the next morning, having been discharged early(with a little help from Mycroft). They sat in comfortable silence, until John said, "You know I love you, right?" Sherlock smiled and shuffled over to John, until he was lying across the sofa, head on his doctor's lap. Huffing fondly, he bent his head down to kiss Sherlock, smiling as Sherlock said simply, "I know," against his lips. They broke the kiss and John yawned, his fatigue now hitting him as the adrenaline, caused by the dire situation, faded got up, and walked to the kitchen, putting on a cup of tea and getting a plate of biscuits, and then fetching a throw blanket and dealing it over a stunned John. "Sherlock -" John started, but was cut off by Sherlock who put the mug of hot tea in his hands, and said, "Please, you've done so much for !e these past few days, please let me do this. " Nodding mutely in surprise, John allowed Sherlock to fuss over him, and eventually fell asleep.
When he awoke, he found Sherlock still beside him, asleep on his lap. It was now evening, and John woke him gently, needing to give him the medicine. He was met with bleary eyes and an irritated genius, to him, the cutest sight he had ever seen. The annoyed look melted off Sherlock's face when he recognised John, and then fell again a at John's next words. "Medicine, love. You know you must." Pouting adorably, he accepted, with a little grumbling but otherwise no protest. Of course, it did help that John was whispering endearments to him and running his back gently, aware that Sherlock was still very frail.
"I love you so much." said Sherlock, his cheeks flushed at the admission. "Suddenly, the door open. "Hello, sweetheart, I'm back. How was your day, love, and won't you introduce me to your friend? I'm sure John's told you about me, I'm Mary, his fiancée."
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