Chapter 9In the end
I wake up in a hospital bed. I dont get up but just look around. My eyes land on Sherlock, sleeping with his long limbs stretched out. I smile then turn my head slightly to look outside the window. The sun is setting so a nurse should be walking in in 3 2 1-
"Doctor Watson! Your awake!" the nurse walks in and gasps. "Yes nurse Linda. Anybody visit me?" I smile sitting up. "Well a Mr. Mycroft Holmes with DI Lestrade stopped by this morning and well...Sherlock hasnt left your side since you got in here two weeks ago." she finishes up, smiling and nodding over to Sherlock. "Two weeks? Why was I out so long?" I ask softly, looking over Sherlock. "Mostly due to blood lost but the knock to the head added a couple of days." She hands me a cup of water. "Thank you. The bullet has been removed?" I ask, turning towards her and grabbing the cup of water. "Yes. The surgery was risky, seeing as how the bullet was so close to your heart but it's out. We'll have to keep you for some test but in a day or two you'll be ready to go." Linda goes to leave. "Before I leave...It's good to you have you back doctor." She smiles. "It's good to be back." I chuckle as she leaves. I look down to see bandages wrapped around my left shoulder and to my right holding a patch in place six inches away from my heat. I place the cup on the end table next to my bed and then reach out to Sherlock's chair. I pull the chair slowly to me. I smile as brush his curls away from his face.
"Hmmm...John?" he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. "Last time I checked that was my name." I laugh as he growls. "Sarcasm doesnt suit you." he yawns. "So you've told me." I smile. I gasp as he jumps on the bed and hugs me. "Bit tight there mate!" i wheez out. "Sorry." he pulls away and i see him...crying. "Sherlock..." i call softly. "Are you hungry?" he asks, getting up and walking to the door. "The real question is are you hungry?" I ask, watching him. "In the hospital and still thinking of others. Why thank you doctor." Sherlock smirks. And even though I wasnt awake for the past two weeks I could tell that this is the first time in said two weeks that he has even tried to make a 'Sherlock' like remark or anything Sherlock like for that matter. "Dont change the subject. Have you've eatin' yes or no?" i ask sternly but the smile on my face gives it away. "I have." he nods and sits back down next to me. "Not. You have not." I say grabbing his cold,long, pale fingers. "I have so! Mycroft made me." Sherlock whines, looking towards the wall and entwining his fingers with mine. There's a dust of light pink on his pale skin which looks absolutely adorable. "Sherlock." I call, giving his hand a small squeeze. He locks eyes with me and I can see the pain and sorrow that's been buried for the weeks I've been in a coma. "John I-I was so scared..." Sherlock tells me in a small voice. "Why?" I ask. "I thought you may never wake up...I thought you, my flatmate longer then an hour, my blogger, my best friend, were going to leave me for good.." Sherlock laid his head on our entwined fingers. "You really are an idiot arent you? I will never leave you. Ever." I smile softly, and lift Sherlock's head so that our eyes meet. "I love you Sherlock Holmes. And nothing will ever change that." I close the small gap between our lips. "I love you too John." He says breathlessly when we brake.
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A/N-Hope you liked! Pretty proud of myself and I hope you all are too ^^ Plz RRA