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I might be losing it:
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It has almost been a week since the meeting of 'Sherlock'. I wasn't completely bothered by the idea of not seeing him again, I'm just curious to know what may have happened to him, if anything.
Mrs. Hudson is completely oblivious, and assures me he is still at the hospital in a coma, which blurs the situation more.
I asked what happened and she told me he was in a car accident. From what I have heard, this man has escaped death more times than I can count, and then a single car hits the taxi and there is the fear he won't be coming back.
What I find strange is, I want to know. No, I need to know. Why did I see Sherlock? Why am I the only one - to my knowledge. Why didn't you come back?
I found out what hospital he is in, and I'm going to see him. I need to see for myself that this Sherlock isn't just made up from my own imagination.
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The taxi ride to the hospital was nerve wrecking. John didn't have a clue what he was doing, nor what he was expecting to achieve from doing this.
How exactly am I going to do this, John wondered as he walked up to the receptionist, "Hi, um, what room is Sherlock Holmes in?"
"Just one second, sir." the lady replied as she began typing away at the computer, "Are you a friend?"
John nodded slightly, "Uh, yes."
"302."
"Thank you."
John made his way to room 302 wondering if it was right of him to actually see Sherlock. He stopped for a moment at the door when he saw another man in a suit sitting by Sherlock's bed.
He glanced up to John and narrowed his eyes, "Yes?"
"Um, I'm sorry. I came to see Sherlock."
"How do you know him?"
"I'm, er, a friend." John replied with a smile.
The man raised an eyebrow, "A friend?"
John's smile faded as the man examined him, much like Sherlock did when they had first met. Was it odd for Sherlock to have friends, John wondered? He shifted uncomfortably under the other mans stare as about a minutes passed in silence.
The man finally stood and walked towards John, his heartbeat grew rapidly the closer he got to him, "I don't believe I've ever met you. I'm Mycroft Holmes."
John let out a small sigh of relief as he reached out to shake the other mans hand, "John Watson, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm sure," he glared, something in John told him that Mycroft knew he was lying, "I'll be keeping an eye on you."
With those final words Mycroft had left the room. John glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment before looking back.
John took a few hesitant steps towards Sherlock's bed, taking in a deep breath before he gazed down at the man lying in the bed, that of one who has been in a car accident.
John fell to the seat beside Sherlock's bed. "How is this even possible?" he asked himself while rubbing his forehead.
"I'm not sure, but I have to say, I'm not particularly fond of seeing myself in a hospital bed." said Sherlock from the side, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I had to see you." John admitted as he lowered his eyes, "I couldn't stop thinking about you when you disappeared. I mean I thought maybe I was losing my mind, but then I come here and see you there." He looked up to Sherlock with a sad smile, "You're a real person, in a coma."
"Yes, speaking of disappearing, I don't remember anything after that." He paused for a moment, "At least up until now. Why is that?"
"You're meant to be the genius."
"I know," Sherlock mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "But, It's like when I left the flat, I simply disappeared and then I was back here. I can't figure it out."
"If the great Sherlock Holmes can't figure this out then what hope is there for someone like me." John laughed.
A flicker of a smile crossed Sherlock's lips, "You're cleverer than you think John. You're different from the others."
"Different?" John raised an eyebrow, "And different is good?"
"Of course it is."
"Of course." John repeated, then let out a small sigh, "Why me though? There's nothing special about me."
"Can't be too sure," Sherlock responded as he began pacing the room, "There has to be a connection. Anything that could link the two of us together, because apparently you're the only one who can see me."
A young brunette woman knocked on the door with a smile, causing the two men to turn her way. "Hi, sorry. I just need to do a check-up." she grinned as she walked to the side of the bed.
"Dr. Sawyer, is it?" John asked when he saw her name tag.
"Sarah, please." she smiled, "And you are?"
"John Watson."
Sarah started her routine check-up.
"So, John," she started, "I don't think I've ever seen you visit before, are you a friend of Sherlock's?"
John glanced over to Sherlock who was rolling his eyes at Sarah. "Yeah." he nodded. John took noticed of the faint expression of surprise on Sherlock's face before looking back to Sarah, "I've been rather busy, so I hadn't had the chance to visit until today."
"Is that so?" Sarah hummed in response. "What were you doing before today?"
"I was overseas in Afghanistan."
"Really? A soldier"
"Doctor." Sherlock mumbled under his breath.
John darted a vague glare at Sherlock before turning back to Sarah, "Medical Soldier."
"Oh, a Doctor." she grinned, "Even better." Sarah grinned as she finished up on her tests. "I suppose I'll see you around, Dr. Watson"
"See ya around." he replied with an awkward laugh.
Sarah waved slightly before she left the room, a glint of hope in her eyes.
Sherlock stared at John for a long while before John looked his way. He rolled his eyes, "Would it be better if I just go? I mean seriously, the eye-sex was unbearable."
"What do yo… We weren't… I mean, we just met each other." John spluttered.
"I'm positive you're the only one who can see me, John." Sherlock continued, "Quite frankly, I'd love to know why? Aren't you even the least bit curious?"
"Of course I am." John sighed as he stood, "There's no reason to get defensive just because I was talking to Sarah."
"Excuse me?"
"You're acting so jealous. It's not flattering."
Sherlock shook his head, "Why would I be jealous?"
"You tell me." John mumbled with a raised eyebrow. Sherlock was silent, staring at him with a gaping mouth. "If you'll excuse me."
John sighed as he walked passed Sherlock, leaving the room. Near the end of the hall, he was stopped at the receptionist desk by Sarah.
"John, could I speak to you for a minute."
He lowered his eyes for a moment before looking back at her with a small smile. "Sure," he replied, "What can I do for you?"
Sarah fidgeted with the material of her white dress, "I know this is sudden and so unprofessional of me, but I was wondering if you were busy tonight?"
"Not at all."
"Would you like to, um…" she paused for a moment, a blush crept along her cheeks, "Maybe go on a date with me?"
"When do you get off?" John blurted out, without even thinking.
It had been a while since he had relations with someone, and there was nothing that should stop him from going on a date with Sarah, not even Sherlock.
Sarah beamed biting her bottom lip, "Six."
"Then I'll see you back here at six."