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Chapter Six
Beep
Beep
Beep
It was already getting on John's nerves and he had only been awake for about two minutes. It was the only thing he could hear, it was pounding against his ear drums. To John it felt as though every beep was making it harder for him to breath.
He felt claustrophobic, as though a massive weight was pressing down on his chest.
John tried to calm down; he was a Doctor he knew that panicking wouldn't help.
"Deep breaths." He thought to himself, "Deep breaths."
He couldn't calm down though, all he could think of was how much pain was radiating out of his body from his head, left side and left shoulder.
Beep
Beep
Beep
It was becoming so much harder to breath.
John was aware he was hyperventilating and the light which he had been half aware of seemed to be getting brighter and brighter and it was blaring through his closed eyelids.
John clenched them tighter than he ever had before.
"Shhhh, John Shhhh, it's okay." He heard a deep voice say quietly beside his ear.
He knew that voice; it was possibly John's favourite sound in the whole world.
It was Sherlock.
He didn't expect him to be here, here being wherever he was.
Then Sherlock was stroking his forehead and massaging his temples, John could feel himself relax instantly.
The beeping decreasing in sound until it was eventually back to the volume it should have been and John's breathing became more regular and less panicked.
Sherlock's hand was sending sparks of electricity throughout his whole body, John wanted to lean into his hand so much, but his body was still waking up and wouldn't co-operate with him.
And then suddenly the beeping was drowned out by the most beautiful thing John had ever heard. It beat Sherlock speaking a million times over.
He was singing. Sherlock was singing to John, and it could only be described as absolutely stunning.
John knew the song too, it was definitely not something he expected Sherlock to know, let alone sing.
I don't know you but I want you all the more for that
Words fall through me and always fool me
And I can't react.
The sparks where increasing, John loved this man so much.
And games that never amount to more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking Boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
John was in absolute awe.
Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I'm painted black
And moves that take me
And erase me
And I can't go back
John didn't want to be silent anymore. He knew it was going to hurt but he wanted to sing with Sherlock, if Sherlock would let him. So as Sherlock continued to sing, John joined in.
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won.
John's throat was burning but he barely even noticed. He could only manage to sing in a raspy whisper, as he hadn't used his voice in a while. Still he was in pure bliss, he still had his eyes closed because of the blinding light but he could hear that Sherlock was smiling as he sung. John was smiling too.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now.
At this point John opened his eyes, squinting against the light and stared up at the beautiful man next to him.
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
As the song ended John smiled up at Sherlock whose hand was still on his forehead. And Sherlock smiled back.
"You have a beautiful voice" John whispered to Sherlock, his throat on fire.
"Thank you" he replied "so do you"
"Shut up" John chuckled and then groaned in pain.
"Are you alright? Do you need some pain medication?" Sherlock asked voice full of concern.
"No I'm fine, wait pain medication? Am I in a hospital?" John asked looking away from Sherlock's face to take in his surroundings.
"Of course you're in a hospital, you- you've been shot John. You do remember don't you?" Sherlock questioned, his voice cracking slightly when he said that John had been shot.
"Oh- Oh yeah. No I remember now." John realized as the memories flooded back to him.
Alleyways, dustbins, boa constrictor tattoo.
"Did you get them?" John asked.
"Yes John, Lestrade's men had them surrounded, I got you and called an ambulance" Sherlock explained, removing his hand from John's head and placing it in his lap.
He suddenly felt very cold and vulnerable at the absence of his hand but he didn't let that show.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days. Not a coma you just didn't want to wake up it seemed. Well that's what the Doctor's said." Sherlock told him, rubbing his hands over his face and sighing deeply.
"You haven't been here the whole time have you?" John asked
Sherlock merely nodded and whispered "I couldn't leave you"
John was in shock. Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective who was married to his work and incapable of feelings had stayed with him for three whole days, in a hospital.
"Hadn't he died of boredom?" John thought.
But before John had the chance to ask anything else Sherlock was speaking so fast it hurt John's drugged brain trying to catch up.
"John I'm so sorry, it's my entire fault you are here like this. I shouldn't have been so irresponsible and let you go on your own. I know you're capable of course but if I had gone with you like normal then you probably would not have been shot. I never expected there would be two of them."
By this point Sherlock had tears streaming down his face and he was looking down, anywhere but John.
John however was unable to take his eyes off of Sherlock; he never expected to see him show any emotion. Let alone open up this much. But the thought that Sherlock blamed himself was absolutely horrifying to John.
"I should have seen it; I don't know how I didn't. But when I came to get you and there was so much blood and I thought I'd lost you. John I was so- I was scared John. I think, John I think- I think I might have feelings for you. It terrifies me- you terrify me. And if you want to move out after you've got out of hospital I understand, if you don't want to have to face me then I will try to accept it. But I promise you, that if you choose to stay it won't be any different. We can continue to be friends and I won't bring it up again. But John please, you can see for yourself how much you mean to me now. D- Don't, please don't go. I- I love you and it would kill me if you left. I'm so sorry John, for this, for everything. You don't deserve it"
Sherlock was shaking now, head down and tears streaming down his face. John couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Sherlock was in love with him. Sherlock Holmes. This was insane. There was only one thing that John could think of saying.
"You idiot" He whispered hoarsely "You absolute, complete twat"
Sherlock looked up, confused and tear stained. John could see the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"You think I blame you? You think that this" He looked around the hospital room for emphasis, as he couldn't move his hands yet. "Is your fault?"
"You know for the worlds only consulting detective you really are thick" John smiled.
"I don't understand John I-"
"I trust you with my life; I know there are going to be risks when we go out on cases. Of course there will be, but I'm willing to take them. You get off on solving the crimes and I get off on the danger."
Sherlock smiled weakly, looking down at John with eyes full of the emotion John couldn't place before, love.
"Sherlock Holmes, you're in love with me?"
"Will you stay with me then?" Sherlock asked.
John willed his hand to move and rested it on Sherlock's cheek, stroking his thumb over his chiseled cheekbones.
Sherlock's eyes widened and then closed in a sigh of contentment.
"If you'll have me" John replied, pulling Sherlock's head down towards his.
John closed his eyes as their lips met and he was in absolute bliss. He'd read in stories that sparks flew when you kissed "the one" but he just presumed that it was over exaggeration. He was so wrong, he felt like his whole body had been lit on fire.
John led the kiss, he guessed Sherlock had never done anything like this before and so he took it slowly, moving his lips against Sherlock's. As Sherlock got used to it he started to move his lips in synchronization with John's.
Sherlock opened his mouth slightly for air and John slipped his tongue in, Sherlock moaned in delight and tangled his tongue with John's. It became a battle for dominance which Sherlock won.
Eventually, both men had to break for air, both gasping, lips swollen and grins plastering their faces.
John seemed to have become oblivious to the pain and was too focused on Sherlock's lips to notice anything else. So he didn't notice the nurse open the door and tiptoe to the other side of the bed where all the wires and tubes were located. He didn't notice as the nurse added more sedatives to a certain tube.
"I love you so much Sherlock" John whispered.
"I love you too John, more than you'll ever know. But right now you need to sleep" He replied kissing his forehead and taking his hand in his.
"But I don' want, I want to stay with you" John said, his words drawled by the sedatives.
"I won't leave your side John, never again"
"Promise" He murmured eyes closing and grip loosening on Sherlock's hand.
"Promise"
And that was the last thing John heard, as he drifted off to sleep. Although he did have the inkling he heard something else, faint but there.
"I don't know you but I want you all the more for that… "