Once John had cleaned himself off, discarding of the sheets, he returned back to the bed and laid down. He watched Sherlock in contentment as the other man settled in front of him, examining him.

John shook his head slightly before smiling, "Why couldn't we meet before the accident?"

A small smile formed on Sherlock's face as he lowered his eyes, gazing at John's hand to his own, the shimmering gold between the two. "I wonder how it would have changed things."

"I want you to know, I-"

"John, don't." Sherlock mumbled as he pulled his hand away. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but everything was wrong. "I don't want you saying it to me, not like this."

John lowered his hand to the bed with a small nod, "Alright, I'll wait."

"For how long, John? You can't wait forever." Sherlock sighed, "There's no saying if I'll ever come out of that coma. What then?"

John let out a sigh. "I don't want to be without you, Sherlock." He closed his eyes slowly, "I think after this whole thing, I can't stand to not have you. Will you stay?" he whispered, while drifting off to sleep.

"Of course"

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John woke to his phone ringing, flashing an unknown number. He reluctantly answered.

"Hello?"

'Dr. Watson?'

"Yes?"

'It's Mycroft Holmes.'

"Oh, um, how are you?"

'I have been doing some research on you, and I know for a fact that you were lying about being my brothers friend. Simply put, you two have never made contact.'

"I, er…"

'What I find rather confusing about the situation is that you would go see someone you have never met. Why exactly is that?'

"Because, um…"

'I have also been reliably informed that you have been visiting him regularly since then. You're an intriguing person, but I am not sure if I can trust you around my brother, so I requested them to not allow you to see him anymore.'

"You can't do that!"

'Of course I can, I'm his brother.'

"I deserve the right to see him."

'Actually, no you don't. It doesn't matter anymore. There hasn't been any progress, so we'll be pulling the plug this afternoon. Goodbye Dr. Watson.'

There were a few beeps before John dropped the phone. No, no… It hasn't even been that long since he's been in a coma. Why him and why now?

John couldn't help but to allow a few tears to fall from his eyes. He wiped them away before dropping back down onto the bed, his head landing on the pillow.

"What's wrong?"

"Your brother."

"You know my brother?" Sherlock inquired.

John rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, "I met him in the hospital, and he said he has been doing research on me. Then said I couldn't see you anymore."

Sherlock sighed, "You can see me now."

"But-" John cut himself off, not entirely sure what he was going to say. Was it he wanted see the 'real' Sherlock Holmes, to talk to him, to touch him. He shook his head, "I don't know. It's not just that though."

"What else did he tell you?"

John shook his head, the tears welling up in his eyes again, "They're going to do it, Sherlock. They're going to pull the plug."