"Alright, Sher-" John started but cut himself off. To his own surprise, Sherlock was no longer around. "You stick around all night just to ruin my date, and then you disappear? Typical"
He let out a sigh before he continued talking to himself as he headed for bed, "Whenever you want to talk, I'll be in bed."
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Where are you?
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What is it with my fascination with this man? The need to actually see him! He is so… different, so infuriating, but I still need to know more. I just don't want to stay away without an explanation..
Considering I don't know how long it will be since I see him again, I might just have to go back to the hospital. God help me, I'm stalking a man I barely know…
It's so scary and yet so exhilarating to be in such a weird situation, so I suppose I'll need to see where this leads.
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Things Untold
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Something has happened, and I can't explain it just yet. Maybe one day, if I dare to, I will tell you and you will all think insane.
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John's smile widened when he saw Sarah standing at the receptionist desk. "Couldn't resist." he called out to her.
Sarah turned around with a smile before glancing at her watch, "Coming back for more?" she teased, "It's good to see you again."
"You too." he replied, licking his lips subconsciously, "Can I just pop in to see Sherlock"
Sarah's smile faded at the mention of Sherlock's name followed by a silent 'Oh'. "You know where he is" she forced a smile and gestured down the hall.
"Thank you, Sarah."
He made his way slowly down the corridor to Sherlock's room, half-expecting Mycroft to be in the room again, but he wasn't.
John sat by the bed, leaning against the side of the bed with a heavy sigh. "Why do I feel the need to come back?" he asked himself.
"That's a good question." Sherlock mumbled, "Why did you come back?"
"I don't know, maybe as a reminder that I'm not crazy." he smiled, "I just need to know, because every time you disappear, I get this fear that maybe you won't be coming back."
"John…"
John placed his hand onto Sherlock's, rubbing gently with his thumb, "I need you wi-"
"John, shut up."
John turned to him, but Sherlock wasn't looked at him. He was holding his hand out in front of him, moving his fingers slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Sherlock glanced up with a small smile. "I can feel you, John." His smile widened, he seemed surprisingly excited, "Try somewhere else."
As strange as that sounded, John reached out a hand, placing it onto his cheek. Sherlock raised his own hand to his cheek with a contented smile.
"You can really feel that?"
"Yes," Sherlock whispered, then closed his eyes to the faint touch he could feel on his cheek.
He traced his fingers lightly along his cheek, down his neck with a faint smile. When he turned to Sherlock, he appeared entranced, with a genuine smile on his face.
Considering his reaction, if John guessed what Sherlock missed most, it would definitely be touch.
When Sarah entered the room, he pulled his hand away causing Sherlock out of his trans-like state.
"Hello again," She grinned.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me." John laughed.
Sarah continued with her check-up. "Come now," she laughed, "This is all routine." Sarah began rambling on about work as she continued. John glanced over to
Sherlock then subtly pointed to Sarah and mouthed 'What about her? Anything?'
Sherlock dropped his hands to his side and shook his head, "Nothing."
Why is it always you, John? What is it about you?