So sorry for the wait! I accidentally deleted this chapter, which I spent 5 hours on, and had to restart. I wanted to give you something so this is only half of what I wrote, the rest will be soon!

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"Father?" Hamish's small voice echoed on the large hospital room. "Father, are you awake?"

On the bed Sherlock lay resting, his eyes half open in either sleep or mid-consciousness.

"Father! Father Father!"

In the end, Hamish's voice woke Sherlock up, opening his eyes into the bright white hospital light above. Sherlock winced momentarily and then made his hospital bad upright. He turned to Hamish, still groggy from sleep.

"Hamish?" His voice sounded weak, Sherlock hated it.

Hamish grinned at Sherlock, "I made a friend!"

"Really?" Said Sherlock, truly happy for his son, "that's great, Hamish, what's his name?"

"Harry! I am teaching him violin!"

"Did you show him yours?" Asked Sherlock, fully awake now.

"Yes. That is how we are friends now." Hamish grinned, then stepping towards Sherlock, "father, when will you be home?"

Sherlock sighed, "Hamish, you know I can't lie to you."

"Yes."

"So you know that what I am about to say is the truth."

"Yes."

"Hamish, it could be weeks, but it could be months. I am trying I really am, but, "he paused and looked out of the window, London was beautiful in autumn, he wished he could be out there, "but, Hamish , you have to understand- I have lost a leg, well half of one. I only got to stand yesterday. Tomorrow, if I am lucky, I may stand again. Next week I may try a step. I may fall. If I fall, that will stop my progress but it will be necessary. Hamish I love you and I am trying my hardest to be out running with you soon, but-"

This time, Sherlock s pause was long. He looked out to London again. His home. Outside, the world was in full motion, unaware of his desperate need to be there. To once again swim through its veins and look out onto it knowing that it is the one place that he truly belonged.

"Hamish?"

"Yes father?"

"Can you open my window?"

"Why?"

Sherlock just gave him a pleading look.

"Can you hear that Hamish?"

"What, the taxis and people?"

"Yes."

"Well, yes. I can hear that. Why?"

"That is the sound of Life, Hamish. It is the sound of millions and millions of people, cars and lives. Just think about that Hamish. All those lives. Living. Not knowing that we are here in this hospital room. They don't care. They don't know."

Hamish stood on one leg, confused, "what are you trying to say, father?"

"I am trying to say, Hamish, that in these lives. In these millions of lives floating around London, I still found your dad." He sighed, "and that, in itself, can be called a miracle."

A nurse walked in, saying visiting time was almost over. Hamish said goodbye to Sherlock, hugged him, and started to walk out.

"Tell your dad I love him, Hamish. Because I don't say it enough."

Hamish nodded and left, leaving Sherlock alone once more.

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John was immensely proud of his meal that night. Home cooked (like he was always bugging his patients to do) and, for once healthy. He was just setting the plates up when Hamish walked in, looking tired.

"How was Sherlock, I mean father?" He asked. He hadn't been able to see Sherlock that day. The flat felt empty without him.

"Sad, I think. Happy at the beginning. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. Apparently he doesn't say that enough."

John stopped what he was doing and bit his lip. He loved Sherlock, too, but this whole thing must be killing him. Especially with not being able to walk around.

"And he said he wants to be in London again."

"He would miss that. Now, Hamish, is there anything you want to do tonight?" John couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock alone in the hospital, in the dark. With no leg. He sat himself down and tried to push it out of his mind, worrying about him wouldn't help. He needed to calm down.

"Can we watch a film dad?"

Hamish's words snapped him back into reality and surprised him, "yes. Yes of course. What do you want to see?"

"Can we see War Horse?"

"Yes, any particular reason?"

"Its Harry's favourite film, and I haven't seen it."

John smiled, as long as Hamish was happy, so was he.

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