Sorry this chapter is so short, hopefully the next one will be longer. -B
Everything was white and bright and my eyes burned as they slowly opened. Where was I?
"John? John are you awake?" Who was that? I recognized the voice but I couldn't place who or where it was coming from. I looked around the room and I slowly was able to make out where I was. A hospital… of course, I should have known by the strong scent of antiseptic. I continued looking around and suddenly my heart stopped. It couldn't be, could it? On the side of my bed sat a detective, long, lean, pale, and the sharpest cheekbones in the world. I reached out my hand terrified that this was just an illusion.
"Sherlock?" I watched as a grin spread wide across his face and he let out a sigh of relief.
"John, John it's me" He continued to smile at me and I felt pure joy rush through my body and then I felt myself fill with sudden anger. Without any warning I swung my fist punching Sherlock straight in the jaw, his face contorting into a look of utter surprise and then pain.
"What was that for?" He whined and cradled the side of his face.
"For convincing me you were dead, for leaving me all alone, and for lying to me. Actually the list could go on forever." I gave him the meanest look I could conjure up in the state I was in. It was pretty hard though, considering I was lying in a bed wearing a hospital gown that barely covered anything.
"I'm sorry. It was for the best John, it was for you." I was struck with confusion because for once, the detective was completely sincere in his words. His eyes held so much truth and guilt and apology and I knew that it wasn't he meant it. We continued to sit there in silence for a while, I wasn't quite sure what to say, it was a pretty weird situation. Suddenly Sherlock spoke up his voice cautious and soothing.
"I heard you, you know." I just stared back, confused as to what he was talking about. I raised an eyebrow silently asking him to explain further.
"At the cemetery, I heard what you said about me." I thought for a moment and then froze in shock.
"Everything?" I whispered, unsure what to think of this.
"Everything", he reassured me. I just sat there, confused as what to do, waiting to see if he would say more.
"I did mean it. You are my only friend, my best friend actually." I cringed a bit because I had sat there and drained my heart out, confessed my love, and all he had to say was that he was my "best friend". The statement sounded childish compared to the feelings I had for him. I didn't speak though, I just nodded my head in response.
"You're disappointed", he stated very clearly and bit confused. Of course I was disappointed, how could I not be?
"It's just that, I… you… never mind" I just mumbled things out, not really sure what I was trying to say. Sherlock just stared down at me and then suddenly he reached his hand forward. I felt the surprisingly warm hand stroke my face, and the action was…. Comforting. Comfort and Sherlock? This was new. I didn't move, I enjoyed every second of the relaxing motion. What was Sherlock trying to do? I stared at Sherlock for a while before finally closing my eyes, feeling suddenly very sleepy. I tried to stay awake but failed greatly and soon I was lost in my dreams, which were much happier than they had been the past few nights.
I looked down at John continuing to stroke his face until he finally slipped into sleep. I smiled slightly, looking down at the exhausted man lying before me. I stopped stroking his face and leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly.
"You have no idea John, no idea…"