The need and the want was there, but no matter how hard John tried he didn't' have the strength of mind to open his eyes.
As the minutes passed (at least he was sure that it was minutes) the sound of different voices swirled around his head, willing him to open his eyes, but none were louder and more resounding that that of Sherlock's.
For long periods of time he would just get lost in the darkness and the sound of Sherlock's voice talking to him as if he was actually awake and conversing with him. The picture of Sherlock talking to the unconscious John was an image that would have made John smile if he was able to and he silently hoped that Molly had been quick and sneaky enough to be a picture of it; though John doubted that taking pictures was top of Molly's to-do list at this point in time.
It came as a shock when the tone of Sherlock's voice changed from casual to needing; asking John –no begging John – to open his eyes and show the world that he was fine and everything was alright; to prove to Sherlock that he was fine and that he actually wanted to come back.
It was enough and finally after a week of waiting blue-grey eyes locked-on blue.
A/N: I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to update tomorrow as I'll be flying up to Sydney to start a new job. If I don't update tomorrow I'll happily give you two chapters on Thursday!