I woke up a short while later bound to a stretcher in the back of an ambulance.
"No 'ospitals" I tried to say but whatever they gave me was strong. I started to pull against my restraints but I felt the pain again. I let out a gasp and stopped struggling immediately. The women in the passenger seat turned and saw I was awake.
"John" I managed slightly slurred "es John ohay" The women looked at me with pitying eyes. I heard "I don't know dear" right before I drifted back off to sleep. The next time I woke up, after who knows how long, I was in a hospital room. It was a private room, probably thanks to Mycroft. I looked around the room. It was plain, boring as hospitals usually were. When my eyes reached the door I saw it was open, and Mycroft was standing in the doorway. I saw he was staring at me
"Hello Sherlock" Sounding in his usual tone
"Mycroft" I said back, looking at him with an expressionless face. Then I let my face soften and I asked "Is john okay?"
"Oh yes, you picked your little lack dog well this time. He's strong" I looked him in the eyes furious at what I was hearing.
"Never speak about him like that again" I hissed back at him.
"Oh come now Sherlock, you aren't capable of caring for anyone. You're a sociopath. You will use him until he leaves you or gets killed" he sounded so calm when he said it "He will stick around until he realizes what you really are" He paused, "a monster"
"Get out." I growled at him. Not moving. Just staring him down.
As he was walking out he turned to me and said "Really Sherlock with a mind like yours you should really be able to handle the truth"
"GET OUT!" And he was gone. I sat there for a short while thinking about what had just happened. Then Lestrade came in.
"I hear you yell is every thing okay?" I looked at him for a moment.
"Fine." I told him. But I was lying. Every thing hurt, I couldn't think straight, and no one would tell me if John was okay. He didn't look like he believed me. After a short pause I asked him quietly "Is john okay?" He looked momentarily surprised at my compassion for my flat mate but the look soon turned to pity.
"John is still in intensive care. They don't know if he is going to make it."
I want to see him." I didn't know what I wanted to see about him. I just wanted to watch him. Too make sure he pulled through, and if he was going to die I wanted to be with him until the end.
"Sherlock you can't you are not healthy enough to-" I cut him off
"I don't care. Bring me too him! I don't care if you have to carry me!" He sighed knowing there was no way he could win
"I'll get a wheel chair; you can't walk on that leg"
"Fine." And with that he was off to find a wheel chair. He came back once he had found one, and got a nurse to help me into it. Then he brought me to where they were keeping john. All the while I kept running my conversation with Mycroft in my head over, and over.