Nurse Survices, chapter three

Sherlock put John's things inside while John sat down to relax. He was actually happy about the fact that Sherlock had offered to help him rest at home since he felt most comfortable here at Baker Street. It was his and Sherlock's home now. However even though he was happy, since he knew Sherlock he was at the same time worried about him. Could he really take care of him and skip work just like that?

"Ok, you have got questions I assume?" he then suddenly heard Sherlock say and looked at him.

"What?"

"I can sense that you are worried about something and have got questions for me so don't be shy, come on" Sherlock sat down in front of John and looked him straight in the eyes. John hesitated for a while before opening his mouth.

"Are you sure this is alright with you? I mean, I'm thrilled that you offered to take care of me but it's more than 2 months Sherlock. You will not work for 2 months or more and I'm a bit worried about that since your brain depends on the cases and all" John said and looked away from Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock sighed. "John, look at me" John did as he asked. "I was the one who pulled that trigger so that we could get safely out of there. I was the one who's responsible for your injuries. I have the responsibility now of taking care of you until you have healed. I know I won't be doing a lot of cases during this time but I can't just leave you at the hospital on your own and besides, who wants to work with me except for you? The detective needs his doctor by his side on all cases. I will help you as much as I can during these 2 months. Just ask me, whatever you need"

John couldn't help but blush a bit. Hearing Sherlock talking like this, seeing him showing emotions like this, he was not really used to it. Ok the truth, he wasn't used to it at all. "Wow….Sherlock. Wasn't really prepared for that but I'm glad you want to help me. Also, don't feel responsible for this, I gave you an ok sign so we are both guilty when it comes to the explosion. Let's just drop the responsibility thing, it's no use thinking about it, alright?" Sherlock smiled a bit and nodded.

"…dinner?"

"Starving"

Since Sherlock had in secret learned how to cook food he made something quick for him and John before sitting down at the table. Sherlock wasn't really good at chatting so he was glad that John focused on the food. After eating Sherlock removed the plates and all before sitting down in his chair again in front of John. He then noticed John's face.

"John, are you in pain?"

"I'm fine, really" John answered but Sherlock could see his face expression.

"No you're not, I can see it on your face. Now tell me what it is"

John sighed. "Fine. I think the painkillers are wearing off because I started feeling the pain again of my arm, ribs and scars. Do we have any pain killers?"

"Yes, I bought all the medicine from the list at the hospital before coming here, one moment" Sherlock looked through John's belongings and finally found the bag with the medicine he had bought. "Here, I'll get you some water" Sherlock brought him some water and John took the medicine. He noticed when it started to work since he became rather sleepy. It was only 3 pm but he was really sleepy and couldn't keep his eyes open. "John? You're alright?"

"Yeah, just sleepy that's all"

"Let's get you to bed. If you're sleepy you probably need to sleep. Even I can feel that you are resisting it so don't. Now, let's get you to bed"

"Can you help me change into my pajamas?"

Sherlock blushed. "S-Sure, no problem" Sherlock went to John's room and took the pajama with him. When he returned John had fallen asleep in the chair. Sherlock couldn't do anything else but smile at his cute sleeping face. However he couldn't sleep in the chair, he needed a bed and to change clothes. Since Sherlock was taller and more muscular than John he was able to lift him up like newlyweds and carried him to the bed. Even though it was quite embarrassing and especially exciting taking John's clothes off he endured it so that he wouldn't do anything inappropriate to him. When Sherlock was done he tucked him in and then were about to leave when he felt a hand on his.

"John?"

"Sher…..lock…please…stay…..here" a half drunken John whispered. Clearly it was the morphine that affected him but still, Sherlock knew about his feelings even though he didn't want to show them so he took the offer. Why say no when he was asked by John? He got rid of his clothes, changed to more comfortable ones and then tucked himself in next to John. Since John's room was on the second floor and John had trouble going upstairs he would have to let him sleep in his bed these 2 months. Not that he was complaining of course. It didn't take long for Sherlock to fall asleep as well since he had his loved one, who didn't know about his feelings, next to him.

The day after Sherlock woke up feeling really good. He turned around in bed and noticed John lying next to him sleeping. He could only smile before getting out of bed and getting dressed. He went to the kitchen and started making coffee and breakfast for them. Because of John's broken arm he brought John's plate to the bedroom so he could eat it there. Right when he entered the room he saw that John was awake.

"Good morning John" John reacted to his voice and looked at him. His eyes got big and he stared at the plate.

"Sherlock, what's that?"

"Oh this? I thought that you should relax in bed a bit after waking up so I made breakfast for you to eat in here"

"That's…. unusual. I really hope people don't hear about this, they might talk" John said and laughed a bit.

"I don't really care though, what people say about me. If they have such a dull life so that they need to talk about someone else life then it's their own problem. If the media write stuff then let them. As long as the people closest me know the truth and won't believe everything they hear I'm will be alright" John smiled which Sherlock noticed. "What?"

"You've changed Sherlock, for the better" Sherlock didn't know what to say so he only smiled before helping John with the food. Some things he had trouble eating with only one arm so Sherlock had to feed him. His broken arm was the right one and he had been shot in the left one in the war so it wasn't really the best combination. The worst of it all was that Sherlock couldn't help looking at John's delicious pink lips, opening and closing all the time. He really wanted to do something but knew he had to control himself. If there was anything he had, it was control.

After eating Sherlock put the plate on the floor so he could put it in the kitchen later. He gave John his medicine and then just sat quiet for a while.

"So…..any plans for today?"

"Not really no" John answered and laughed a bit. "It's amazing how bored you can become because of a sickness really. And no I don't want to shoot my gun at the wall Sherlock" He could totally read what Sherlock was about to say.

"Why not? It's fun you know"

"I know other stuff you can do when you're bored"

"Like what?"

"Well, I usually read a book, write on my blog, go outside for a cup of coffee or listen to you playing the violin"

Sherlock eyes got bigger. "You listen to me playing?"

"W-Well, s-sometimes. It's a….. you know, nice instrument. And you're….. talented, as always. It kind of helps me relax"

"T-Thanks John, never really gotten that praised before of my music"

"Well I think you should" Before anyone could say more there was a knocking on the door and in came Lestrade.

"Hiya there"

"What are you doing here? I told you I can't watch the crime scenes with you for a while because of John's injury"

"I know. But since I know you at least some I know that you won't be able to resist after maybe three days top so I decided to help you out. I've bought a camera and headset to bring along to the crime scene so you can watch it live on your computer. Then you and John can help out solving it when you are at home if you can't go outside. How about that?"

"….could work" Sherlock and John said in unison.

"Great, I'll get in touch whenever there's a crime we can't solve"

"Which is always" Sherlock said and grinned.

"Sherlock" John warned.

"What? It's the truth"

"Contact us when there's a crime Greg, that's will be fine"

"Good. Now, Sherlock, may I see you for a moment?"

"Why?"

"Please?" Sherlock sighed and went with him outside. Lestrade pulled out a cigarette and started smoking.

"I thought you didn't smoke, that you had quit?"

"And I thought you had told John but no"

"Told him what?" Sherlock asked nervously.

"That you love him"

"Wha…..? What nonsense are you talking about? I don't love him…like that"

"Sherlock, it's no use trying to hide it, it's shown all over your face whenever you are near him or talking about him. You would be a complete moron not to see it you know. You do love him, in that way, you're just afraid to admit it, that's all"

"And why would you talk to me about this?"

"I talked to Molly the other day and she suspected it, well, apparently knew from before so she told me to tell you. So that you could come out of the robot shell and actually show emotions. And especially figure out your own feelings and then perhaps tell him about it" Lestrade said and looked at Sherlock who smiled a sad smile.

"I have known about my feelings for quite a while now. I do love him, more than a friend. But I can't and I won't tell him about it because I know he doesn't feel the same about me. He's into women and we are nothing more than colleges according to him

"What if he feels the same? What would you do then?" Greg asked seriously.

"He doesn't, that's why I'm hiding it and will never tell him about it"

"But your body will" Sherlock looked at him confused. "You might never tell him directly by the mouth about your feelings for him but your body won't do the same. The body follows the heart…."

"No it doesn't Lestrade. The body only listens to our brains that send out orders to all the different parts in order to move and…."

"I know that Sherlock" Lestrade said and sighed. "However in the we-who-have-human-feelings-world the body moves according to the heart. So if you love him you won't be able to hide it. A small gesture by holding hands, wanting to touch and all that, you won't be able to hide it"

"My God having this conversation with you is totally weird" Sherlock then said with a weird face. "I have to go back up, he might need me"

"Oh I actually think he does" Lestrade said and grinned.

Sherlock blushed. "Piss off" He then went back inside and when he entered his bedroom he saw that John was missing. "John?"

"In here Sherlock" he heard John say from the bathroom.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute"

John got out of the bathroom a few minutes later and then went back to the bed. "You were down there a while. What did Greg want?"

"Just some crime…..stuff…..information…..you know"

"Oh, I see" John said and smiled. "Sherlock, may I ask you for a favor again?"

"You don't have to be polite John. I'm here to help you so just ask me"

"This might seem weird but could you help me take a bath? Just to be safe. I might not even need help but if I would could you just be in the bathroom with me just in case?"

"…..yeah of course, no worries"

"Thanks mate" Sherlock helped John with putting bandages and a plastic bag on his broken arm to protect it from the water before he went to the bathroom and got undressed and went into the tub with warm water. He had his back against the door and with bubbles in the water Sherlock wouldn't be able to see anything which was good. "You can come inside now"

Sherlock opened the door, closed it behind him before sitting down against the wall next to the tub. He could only see the back of the head on John but decided it was for the best. 'John is naked in that tub, I mustn't look! I mustn't look! Now, calm down. Calm down. Ok….I'm here to help him so let's figure out something to say or do before this gets awkward' Sherlock thought to himself. "John, does your left arm still hurt?"

"What?"

"The wound from the bullet, where you got shot"

"Oh that, not as often now. It used to hurt a bit but it has gotten better by the years. I even tend to forget about the wound. But now with my broken arm it has started again it seems"

"You want me to massage it?"

"Since when can you give someone a massage?" John said and laughed softly.

"Do not underestimate YouTube my dear John, that would be a very unwise thing to do" Sherlock said and they laughed.

"Sure, if you don't mind"

Sherlock then sat on a chair behind John and started giving him massage on his back, shoulders and neck. At first he didn't think much of it, more like a good idea to help John since he had learned on YouTube ways to help muscular relax, how to make the blood circulation better, sensual massage and then one to help wounds heal better. However after about 8 minutes of massaging John Sherlock couldn't stop thinking about John's skin and how soft it was and that sexy neck, oh my god. Even though he had been to war his skin was too soft to resist that Sherlock started seeing really sensual pictures of John in his head with him touching his skin.

'Oh shit! It's gotten hard!' Sherlock thought for himself and looked down at his pants where he had started getting a small problem. No way in hell he would allow John to notice this. But what would he do? "Um, sorry John, my clothes got a bit wet. I'll just change my clothes and then I will come back here"

"Yeah sure" John answered quickly. Sherlock went out and shut the door. John then looked down at his own private part. It was standing. 'My god that was incredible! That little massage on only my shoulders and back and I'm this hard. His hands were amazing…..and almost 4 months of no sex is the result of this. Bloody hell, I have to do something before he comes back and notice it!' John did his best to think about sad things, the most unattractive things he could think of and managed to get it down again. Just as he sighed out Sherlock entered again.

"Sorry about that"

"No, not at all" John answered. 'That was close!'

"So, you're finished?"

"I'm just going to wash my hair and I will be done"

"Right, I will sit here then, in case you need me"

John started washing his hair while whispering in a small voice. "I do need you, badly"