Sherlock woke up from a peaceful sleep, he'd been dreaming about something… no someone. John. He felt a pang of something, an emotion he wasn't familiar with, and he ignored it. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced around him. He caught a short glimpse of the room before a figure shrouded his view.
"Sherlock, oh Sherlock." He recognised the voice as John's. The sweet, worried tone made him feel safe for some unknown reason.
"John," Sherlock whispered his voice hoarse. Why was his voice like this? "What's wrong?" John drew back from the bed and Sherlock realised the room he was in was sterilised, too sterilised. And too white.
"You're in hospital, Sherlock. You fainted from lack of blood sugar." His eyes start to water and he turned away. "We nearly lost you," he said, his voice barely audible. Sherlock started to reply but the medication kicked in and he fell asleep.
A/N: Sorry it's short; it just seemed to be a good place to stop. Please review and thanks for reading.
