Hey again! So this is the next part and I am really welcoming any kind of reviews ... really :D

So Good Night Everybody

16. May 2011,

Over two weeks after the first infection

John was running through the ship to get to Sherlock, he had captured some guys and they were currently looked after by Sarah. It had been pretty easy to put them out cold, because all occupants of the ship knew their ways through the narrow corridors and the attackers didn´t.

The doctors heart was pounding, hopefully nothing had happened to Sherlock. The fool got hurt much too easy and Moriarty would hurt him for sure!

He had a bad feeling, when he almost jumped down the stairs to almost run into Mycroft and Sherlock.

"Sherlock!", he shouted surprised and Sherlock flinched by the loud sound.

"Not so loud, John...", groaned Sherlock and pressed one hand against his painfully pulsing head.

"He hurt him, didn´t he?" Mycroft just nodded and the doctor glared at Sherlock, but his expression softened when he saw the bruises and the pain Sherlock was in.

"Where are the others?"

"Lisa is with Moriarty, currently unconscious. They captured us, but nobody is hurt. We could free ourselves and our attackers gave up and want to join our side. I still don´t know what to do with them or Moriarty or the crazy doctor, I will need to think about it, but first Sherlock needs to be treated." John was already standing in front of Sherlock with a small lamp in his hand to check the reaction of Sherlocks pupils. They reacted slow and Sherlock himself seemed sluggish too.

"Did he throw up?"

"Yes, several times and he seems to have lost his balance. Moriarty got him with brass knuckles." John hissed, brass knuckles seriously?

"Mhm, probably a concussion or something more serious like a traumatic brain injury. He needs to lay down, bring him up to the medical room, please." Mycroft nodded and dragged his brother up the stairs. Sherlock looked pale and the bruises that had started forming in his face looked really painful and ugly, but John was glad. The bruises would heal with time, but if Sherlock had died... he didn´t know what would have happened then.

"Is Oliver safe?", slurred Sherlock and stumbled over his own feet.

"He is safe, Sherlock. I will go get him after I checked you over, okay?" Sherlock tried to nod, but his head started spinning again and he felt like he was getting sick.

They finally reached the medical room and Sherlock collapsed on the bed. He felt so exhausted and his head felt like it would explode any moment.

"Sherlock, you need to relax. Mycroft, could you get some ice for him? Please?"

"Sure, I´ll be back in some minutes." Mycroft left and John stepped closer to the bed to check his patient for any fractures.

"John, he wanted to kill you and Oliver.", whispered Sherlock, he was relieved. The sociopath was actually relieved, that Mycroft had knocked out his enemy with his umbrella, because John and Oliver were safe.

"We are okay, Sherlock. He didn´t harm anybody, except you, even though you promised me to take care of yourself!"

"I am sorry..."

"How does your head feel?"

"Like it´s gonna explode..." John gently stroked through Sherlock thick curls.

"I was really worried about you."

"I didn´t want him to hurt you. I couldn´t imagine a world full of zombies without... you." John and Sherlock looked each other deep in the eyes, they were too occupied with each other to see Mycroft arrive with Oliver next to him.

"Kiss him, John!", the small boy shouted, the book about bees still clutched in his small hands.