Sherlock arrived at the hospital and asked the lady at the counter where John Watson's room was she directed him straight down the hallway. So there he was standing out side of his room looking through the glass. Mycroft stood above John, Sherlock couldn't tell if he was talking to him or if he was watching him. The older brother turned around and noticed Sherlock and began to walk towards the door.
"'Bout time you showed up," Mycroft said very sternly.
"I am here now and that's what counts," Sherlock spoke still gazing in on a sleeping John. Mycroft grabbed Sherlock by the shoulders turning him face to face.
"No. You should've been her earlier. You are one of his dearest friends, It's your fault he is here anyways. You shouldn't have let him go off like that. Your lucky he only got shot in the leg," Mycroft then proceeded to push Sherlock aside and walk off. Sherlock sat there a moment and began thinking.
Was it actually his fault. He didn't tell Mycroft this but the reason he wasn't here earlier, because he was scared of seeing John hurt, or having him mad at him. It was all Sherlock's fault he shouldn't have let him run off and he knew that from the start.
He finally quit yelling at himself long enough to pull open the door to John's room, John stirred in his sleep turning towards Sherlock and slowly opening his eyes.
"Sherlock..." John breathed. Sherlock strolled in and knelt down beside John's bed.
"I am here John," He said reassuringly.
He stayed there with John for as long as possible curling up in the most uncomfortable chair. John Sat up and glanced at Sherlock before quickly looking away.
"Sherlock, I think we need to talk about something," John said very seriously looking straight ahead not making eye contact with Sherlock.
"About what exactly," Sherlock looked at John noticing he wasn't looking at him.
"About what happened a couple of weeks ago. The uhhh, thing that happened in the flat," John was determined not to look at Sherlock.
"Yeah what about it," Sherlock kept his eyes fixed on John and he could feel him staring like daggers.
"Well we kinda kissed, Well I kissed you. But you kissed me back," Finally John gave up and looked at Sherlock locking eye contact with him.
"Yes, we did. Did you like it?" Sherlock said slyly
"Did I what?" John was getting nervous and looked away his face getting slightly red. Sherlock got up and walked slowly sitting on the bed. Placing his hand on the side of John's face turning it towards him noticing he was blushing then whispering in his ear,
"Did you like it?" Sherlock pulled away just in time for the nurse to walk in.
"Visiting hours are over," Sherlock wasn't going to argue. He was going to let that sit in with him and just before he walked out the door he turned around looked and John and winked.
