Sherlock returned to Hamish's room five minutes later " Hamish buddy. Them cuts you have on your arm, your Father needs to clean them up." Sherlock said gently as he crouched at his sons side.
" I didn't want to " Hamish replied " I had to."
Sherlock gave him a sympathetic half smile " Can I tell him you'll let him clean them up?" He asked.
Hamish shook his head " there's no point " he answered.
" Of course there is Mish. They could get infected otherwise. Listen it's either you let him help you or you'll have to go to hospital to get them seen to."
Hamish immediately looked to his dad " No! I'm not going back there!" He refused instantly.
" Well then let your father sort them out." Hamish sighed nodding " fine. "
Sherlock went and got John from the other room and brought him in setting his first aid kit on the bed. " It will sting " John told his son and moved his sleeve up to reveal the the three cuts he had done on his arm. Hamish winced the adrenaline of anger had left him and was able to feel the pain that he had caused himself. " Sorry " John said trying to be as careful as he could. He cleaned out the wounds with quite a bit of difficulty from him moving so much. " Right I need to put some stitches in there are you gonna stay still?" John asked but Hamish didn't reply.
He got the anesthetic ready but Hamish pulled away from John " Hamish please, once i get it in it won't hurt you've had them plenty of times before." Hamish shook his head. " Hamish stop this. I don't want to have to get Sherlock to hold your arm while I do it like Mycroft had to." John said but Hamish still refused. " Fine." He said " Sherlock can you hold his arm out for me?" He asked.
" Hamish you know you're just making this more difficult than what it has to be you be know." Sherlock told him but Hamish but he still didn't reply. Sherlock grasped his arm and held it still. Hamish tried to get him arm free, but with being so weak from not eating he was no match for his dad. John injected Hamish's arm.
" Ouch!" Hamish said feeling the prick
" Well if you stayed still it wouldn't be so bad. " John told him. Within 10 minutes it was over as John finished the last stitch. " You know you really made that more difficult then it had to be. You know I'm going to have to take all the sharp things out of your room again. " John told him. Hamish sighed pulling his arm away and lowering the sleeve as he laid back down on the bed not caring. " You need to have something to eat too " John told him but still there was no response. He sighed getting up as he walked out of the room.
" Mish why are you being like this?" Sherlock asked his son when John had left.
" Because I don't care " He answered.
" You know your Father is going to be back in a bit and he'll make you have something." Hamish just shrugged his shoulders.
" I'll just refuse it and he'll force it down me. He'll stop ,e from throwing it up again. There's nothing new. " Hamish sighed saying it as if it was a a normal occurring thing to happen to him.
Within 10 minutes John had returned with a shake and tablets for Hamish. " Here you go Hamish " He said placing them on the bedside table. Hamish didn't move at all.
" Please Mish. " Sherlock begged.
John sighed " I don't want to this the hard way again Hamish, I could just send you back to the hospital again and they could deal with you. Or you could stop being so awkward and take it. "
" I don't want it! " Hamish refused
" I can go get another IV like you had at the hospital and just did it here if that's what you'd prefer but you've got to have these. " John told him, but Hamish didn't reply. " Fine " He said turning Hamish over trying to give him the tablets " Hamish " He said getting annoyed at his refusal.
" John. " Sherlock said " Let me talk to him alone. " He said. John sighed getting up walking out of the room.
" Mish... " Sherlock said gently rubbing his arm. " I hate to see you like this."
" Yeah well this is what happens when your own dad decides to kill himself but then turn up because actually he's alive, he just faked it. "
Sherlock sighed " Yeah i know Hamish. Nothing I say will ever make you forgive me for what I did even though I did it to protect you. But I'm here now. You need to get better."
" Why? " Hamish asked.
" Because you can't go on being like this. "
" What if I don't want to go on?! Hamish replied.
" Don't say things like that Hamish " Sherlock immediately said.
" Why not? It's true. "
" Do you really not care about either of us that much that you would do that?" Sherlock asked
" You did it. "
" I did it just to protect you both. But I tell you something when I was on the rooftop, my heart sunk seeing your Father the way he was. I was in tears as I spoke to him. It broke my heart to think he thought I didn't care about him enough to stay alive. That he didn't matter. If you care about either of us just the slightest. You'll get through this and get better."
Hamish sat himself up in the bed looking to the table he took the tablets and had a gulp of the shake next to them placing it back down and looking to his dad. Sherlock smiled " Thanks Mish" He said leaning in hugging him.