A/N: And because I was unable to update yesterday I'll throw in another chapter for free!
If felt like an eternity before Sherlock was able to step foot in John's ICU room and the moment he heard the words nothing stopped him charging in and walking over to his husband.
The closer Sherlock walked the more vivid John's injuries became. The red-brown of dried blood on grazes stood out against John's skin, which had paled due to lack of blood. Bruises littered John's chest and Sherlock was sure if he was to study every inch of his husband he would find more bruising than normal skin colouring. John's leg was encased in a case that ran all up his right leg and a small smile appeared on Sherlock face as he thought about how John would react to the loss of his no broken bones EVER bragging right.
The smile disappeared soon after and Sherlock nearly completely collapsed into the chair behind him.
He had seen John take massive hits while playing rugby, he'd watched as he fell from a high branch in a tree and even felt his stomach drop as he watched John take a punch to the jaw but in all the years that Sherlock had known John, as both a friend and a lover, he had never seen him look like he was now.
Never had Sherlock ever seen John look so beaten.