Nurse Services, Chapter two

The next day John woke up feeling a bit nauseous. The only thing he could see was a white roof, he felt some pain in his arm and every breathe he took hurt. 'Yesterday, the explosion' he remembered. Just then he felt his left hand holding something and looked at the source. Next to his legs lay Sherlock Holmes, sleeping like a little baby while holding his hand. For some reason he couldn't help but smile. Seeing Sherlock sleeping like this or even seeing him this defenseless was very rare. John then noticed a few scars on his face and arm, must have been from the day before.

John then slowly tried to sit up in the bed but with his arm being broken, he assumed with all the bandages and all, he couldn't really get himself up on his own. Especially not when he didn't want to let go of Sherlock's warm hand. After a minute of trying he accidentally groaned out loud when his arm got twisted in a way it shouldn't have. Sherlock heard the groan and woke up.

"John?!" Sherlock said and then looked at his face. John looked back a bit surprised but nodded and gave him a bit of painful smile.

"Sorry for waking you up Sherlock. I was trying to sit up in the bed but my arm got a bit twisted" John answered. Sherlock then felt his right hand being warm and looked down. He was still holding hands with John and pulled away his hand nicely.

"Sorry about that" He looked away from John's face so that he wouldn't be able to see him blushing.

"It's fine, really. Anyway, could you maybe help me sit up? It's a bit uncomfortable to lay down all the time"

"Sure"

Sherlock was careful not to press anything too hard on John's body since he knew he had broken ribs and all but was still able to help him sit up. Just then the door opened and in came a middle-aged man wearing a white coat. Sherlock started staring at him immediately which John noticed. "Sherlock, stop it" John whispered and punched his arm lightly.

"Why?" Sherlock whispered back.

"He's a doctor, not some bloody criminal" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Good morning gentlemen" the doctor said. "The name's Foreman and I will be looking after you Mr Watson while you are here"

"Nice to meet you sir" John said and smiled. The doctor then noticed Sherlock.

"Are you his boyfriend?" he asked innocently.

"I'm not his boyfriend, I'm his best friend" Sherlock answered with a small blush.

"Oh forgive me, there are a lot of them lately so you don't know which one is true and which one's not" Foreman said and smiled. "Anyway, Mr Watson, it says here on your file that you are a doctor yourself?" John nodded. "Well then, not too much to explain, except your injuries of course. You have got a broken arm as you probably already noticed, a few broken ribs and some scars here and there but nothing too serious. I expect it to heal within 2 months but to be on the safe side I would like you to rest at home for at least 2½ months, 3 at the highest"

"What about work then?" John asked.

"You are a doctor yourself, you should know" The doctor said and gave him a wink which made John blush. Sherlock on the other hand was furious. Why did this old man flirt with his John?!

"Is there a possibility for him to recover at home?" Sherlock then asked with ice in his voice.

"Of course, if that's what he wants then we can give permission for it. However in that case we want him to come here once a week to check on the ribs and making sure the bandage stays where it should. I will go down to the reception then to fill out the forms needed. I will come back later so bye for now" the doctor said with a smile and then shut the door behind him. John looked at Sherlock who was still glaring at the door.

"Sherlock, what was all that about?"

"What was what?"

"Recover at home…thingy. I can stay in the hospital, I don't need to recover at home, besides who will look after me? Mrs Hudson is on a vacation if you recall? She said she didn't know when she would return"

"I will look after you, don't worry"

"You? You….will look after me?"

Sherlock looked at John. "….Problem?"

"No, not really. But your work…"

"I can work from home or I will just tell Lestrade to not call me for some time"

"Won't your brain rot?"

"I have games I can play"

"Getting bored?"

"I can use your gun and shoot the wall whenever I feel like it"

"Sherlock!"

"What? The wall knows what to expect" John couldn't help but giggle at that comment. "Anyway, I'm going down to buy us something to drink" Sherlock stepped out of the room. John then noticed something to his right. Sandwiches and a note. Maybe that was the reason Sherlock went and bought something to drink?

He took the note and started reading it. "Since you seem to sleep very well next to John I will just leave the sandwiches here for you to eat tomorrow for breakfast. Let me know if you need anything while being in the hospital since I guess you won't leave his side for a while

Molly

Ps. I confronted my date on the phone before buying the sandwiches, you were right as usual Sherlock" it said. Just then the door opened again and in came Sherlock.

"That was rather quick"

"I helped the guy in the store, he seemed worried about his girlfriend cheating on him or not. I told him the truth and he gave me these as a thank you"

"So….which was it then?"

"She did cheat on him…"

"I see…"

"….with a girl"

"Oh…wait, Sherlock, you're not making this up are you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you have been watching far too much crap telly lately" John said with a smirk which made Sherlock laugh a bit. "You know Sherlock, you should smile and laugh more like that" Sherlock couldn't help but blush a faint shade of pink.

"Well, if it isn't Snow White and one of her dwarfs" John and Sherlock both looked at the door, there stood Lestrade grinning from ear to ear.

"Come again?" John asked confused.

"Oh come on John that was a simple one" Sherlock teased him.

"No sorry, I don't get it"

"Me having dark hair and being taller than you, obviously Snow White, except for the dress and make up and then you being smaller than me in both height and body shape, you are the dwarf"

"Oh…."

"However, why Lestrade even thought of such a weird joke is the weird part here"

"Anyway guys, you're alright?" Lestrade asked concerned. They nodded. "Good cause I need the information about what happened yesterday at the pool. We found five dead bodies inside but can't explain to the media or my boss why at the moment"

"Sherlock, if you please" John said. Sherlock sighed. He started telling Lestrade about everything that happened at the place, about the bomb and Moriarty. "….so I had no choice but to pull the trigger to save us both. Sure it would hurt us as well which you can see but the bomb was closer to their side by 67% so I calculated that we would have a bigger chance of surviving. Moriarty was the once closest to the bomb so he would die, chopped into three pieces by the explosion, fair enough in my opinion. I then managed to help John before the police and ambulance came there"

"Thanks for that, my job is done for the day. Now, how are your injuries?"

"I will need about 2 months or more to recover fully, but there's nothing to worry about really. As long as I take it easy I will be fine" John said and smiled. He was happy that Lestrade cared for them both even though they hadn't known each other for that long.

"I'm alright, mostly scratches" Sherlock said.

"So why are you still in the hospital then?" Lestrade said grinning. Sherlock glared at him but before he could do anything Doctor Foreman entered the room.

"Oh, another guest I see"

"I'm from the police, Detective Inspector Lestrade" he said and shook hands with the doctor. "Anyway, I was just hearing their story about yesterday's case which I've got now so no more use of being here. See you later boys and try not to get yourself blown up again"

"What a nice gentleman" the doctor said and then looked back to John and Sherlock as if he had forgotten about them being there. "Oh right! Here are the papers for leaving the hospital and a list of medicine and all that you need to pick up on your way home"

"Since when do you need massage oil when you have a broken arm?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Since Mr Watson here got himself hurt in the ribs he also managed to get an injury on his back. Not too much worry though but giving him massage once a week on his back will help it mend, I'm sure of it" the doctor said and smiled. "Now if there's nothing more it would be alright for you to pack your things and go home. However if there would be anything you wandering about don't hesitate to call me. I will see you Mr Watson every Friday for the next 2 months, alright there?"

"Yes, of course" John answered.

"Good, now if you will excuse me. Take care" The door shut behind him. Sherlock and John looked at each other and then started laughing hysterically. For a reason they didn't even know themselves.

"Sherlock, stop it you arse!" John said while still laughing. "I still have got my broken ribs so quit laughing"

"Sorry" Sherlock said and giggled.

Sherlock started helping John pack his things so they could get ready to leave. John on the other hand was apparently trying to get dressed inside the bathroom, and he had been there for quite some time.

"You alright John?" Sherlock asked outside the door. No answer. Instead after a minute the door opened and out came a half naked John Watson. Sherlock couldn't help but looking at him.

"Sorry but….can you help me? It's really difficult getting dressed with only one hand and besides, moving too much makes the ribs hurt"

Sherlock swallowed. "Of course, what do you need help with?"

"Well, could you at first help me put on socks and zipping up my trousers?" Sherlock nodded before bending down on one knee in front of John. He helped him put on his socks and then his eyes went to John's delicate place. He started feeling excited and to hide it from John he had to come up with something to distract him.

"Nice pants"

"Sherlock! I was asking you to zip up my trousers, not to look at my pants" John's face had started turning red.

"Sorry, I just thought it was a good choice of pants, nothing more" Sherlock answered and smirked. He then helped him putting on a sweater, his shoes and then his jacket. However his jacket was too small when he had the broken arm that he couldn't wear it without it slipping off.

"Here, borrow mine" Sherlock said and put his own coat over John so he wouldn't get cold.

"But Sherlock….."

"I will be fine. Now let's go home"

They went down and outside. Sherlock had to admit he was a bit cold with only his shirt and jacket on but he didn't want John to feel bad so he kept it to himself.

"Taxi!" Sherlock called and a black cab stopped in front of them. "221B Baker Street please" The cab took them home and once they got inside John smiled. "What is it John?"

"I got a bit happy I guess"

"Happy?"

"You said that we were going home, and we are at home now. I guessed I felt that I'm not alone anymore thanks to you Sherlock" John said, looked at Sherlock and smiled a happy smile.

Sherlock smiled back. "I feel the same way John…..so don't mention it"