Sherlock sat on the couch in the flat proud of himself. If that wasn't a clear sign of how he felt for John he wouldn't know of any other one. He had read so many love stories while John slept getting prepared. That kissSherlock began thinking, that kiss had so much passion; I wanted to show John all i've got, all I can offer. When ever John would bring another "Lady friend" over it kills me a bit inside with that kiss I wanted to show him that he was just as good as those girls, and something else that I would always be here for him.Sherlock picked up his violin and played a slightly somber tune.

Sherlock like always didn't sleep that night he made himself a cup of tea and proceed to flip through the morning paper in hopes of maybe finding another case. It sadden him that his faithful blogger wouldn't be able to join him. But he got bored. Sherlock sat around the flat most of the day until visiting hours at the hospital when he jumped in a cab and rushed over to see John.

The cab pulled up to St Bart's and Sherlock jogged to John's room yanking the door open.
"Hello John," Sherlock attempting to be cool tried sliding into John's room which turned into Sherlock falling flat on his face and John busting out laughing. Sherlock got up shyly brushing dirt off of his front side.
"Sherlock come here," Sherlock pulled up a chair beside John's bedside and his crush licked his thumb and began rubbing the dirt from Sherlock's pale face.
"I liked it alot," John smile slightly and the nurse walked in.
"Good morning John, the doctors are thinking you can go home with your..." She paused glancing between the two men who were awfully close, "Uhhh you can go home today," The nursed looked awkwardly between John and Sherlock as if looking for some romantic connection with each other, I guess she found what she was looking for cause she smiled and left the room quickly. Soon John was up in the flat settling into his chair with a nice hot cup of tea. It was still fairly early.
"Sherlock?" John head turned around the room in search of his detective and he came running
"Yes John?" Sherlock knelt down beside John's chair.
"I'm going to call it an early night can you help me upstairs?"
"Of course," Sherlock was glad to be of any assistance. Soon the hobbling doctor was safe in his room and had fallen asleep. Sherlock retreated downstairs to finish an experiment from earlier. When heard John scream and fall on the floor and he bolted upstairs.