Warnings: Johnlock slash (Rating could go up), beta'd now, I'm not British, Bullying, Mentions of drug abuse, AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Special Thanks: QueenLadyAnne, my lovely Beta, who keeps reassuring me and giving me wonderful advice, and all my reviewers and commenters. You guys seriously make my day! :D
'Bored. Bored.' "BORED!" Sherlock hated hospitals. He hated the smell, he hated the people, but what he hated the most was that he could feel the sheer, utter boredom sinking in. That all-consuming dread that if he didn't do something to stimulate his racing mind, he would surely go mad. He had told the 'imbecile' doctors that he was fit to go home but they only ignored him. Him! The bestest-est consulting detective in the whole world! The doctors should have realized how brilliant he was due to his extensive knowledge in cigarette ash and soil samples, but these 'inferior' medical men clearly didn't know true brilliance like his doctor John did.
"John!" the heavily medicated, detective giggled (had he been thinking rationally, Sherlock would have scolded himself and would have been appalled by that fact, and then would adamantly deny such an abominable noise had ever occurred). How could he ever forget about lovely, wonderful, dependent John?!
Speaking of his loyal blogger, where was he? He was sure he had specifically told him he was dying and needed nourishment! He looked around the room and saw his phone lying only inches away. Sherlock giggled again. Of course! The solution is so clear! If John wasn't here it was because he didn't receive any of the messages Sherlock sent. He picks up his phone, scrolls down to John's name, types out a text, and hits send.
Minutes later, the worried army doctor's phone pings several times, indicating to him that he has received messages.
Message received from Sherlock Holmes, 4:30
Jaaaawwwn! Bring me nourishment! Please? -SH
Message received from Sherlock Holmes, 4:32
Where is Jawn? I need him here! -SH
Message received from Sherlock Holmes, 4:34
I love John! Even though I don't tell him so, I really really REALLY do! -SH
Message received from Sherlock Holmes, 4:35
Don't tell John though, 'cause he's mad at me right now. I don't think he loves me no more. :'( -SH
When he receives this message, John can feel his heart aching for the childlike detective. 'You daft git... Of course I love you.' When the next text is received, John's cab has pulled up to the hospital's entrance. He quickly pays the fare and exits the vehicle.
Message received from Sherlock Holmes, 4:37
I don't know why he's mad at me, I did it all for him. 'Cause I love him. He makes me happy. :D - SH
His short legs take him to the receptionist's desk where he quickly gets the information needed before getting in the elevator and pressing the designated button.
The elevator makes its slow ascension up toward the desired room and when the small ding noise sounds, forty seconds later, John has already exited the small chamber, before the doors have even finished opening all the way.
He follows the red thread until he stops suddenly outside the closed, solid door separating the two soul mates together. He takes in a deep breath before opening the barrier.
The sight before John makes him pause for a moment. Even though John knows that Sherlock has been stabbed and can see the white bandages wrapped around his pale abdomen, the long stretch of near translucent skin makes him pause only briefly to enjoy the view.
When Sherlock catches sight of John though he says, far too loudly, "JOHN!" The previously drowsy detective begins to struggle against the constricting sheets wrapped around his legs until a chuckling army doctor walks forward and lays a steadying hand on Sherlock's smooth pale chest before saying, "Easy! Easy now. It's alright. I'm here now."
The heavily medicated sleuth beams a broad, joyful smile up at his soul mate. "You came! I told Mycroft you would! He didn't believe me. Stupid git. I almost started to believe him but you're here now, so it's all okay!" John suddenly finds himself wrapped up in long, lanky limbs with dark curls brushing his chin. He bends his head slightly to press a loving kiss into the raven locks. "Yes, I'm here."
When Sherlock finally frees John from the constricting embrace, he settles down against the pillows and closes his eyes and breathes a sigh of contentment. John goes to pull a chair beside the bed until Sherlock lunges forward, and grabs hold of John's wrist. "No! You can't leave! I've just got you back! I fought so hard to get you back! Don't leave me now. Please…" To John's utter horror, Sherlock's eyes well up with tears.
"Love, I'm not going anywhere." John says as he brushes away the tears that are falling from beautiful verdigris eyes. Sherlock, though, seems to only cry harder before replying brokenly with, "You are now, but you'll leave! You always leave. I thought that when I could finally come home, you'd be happy. You asked me to come back. I've been so alone." The melancholy detective has briefly stopped crying but this possibly is much worse. He seems to be lost in his own head, eyes staring blankly at the bland wall, reliving his own twisted past.
"I've been beaten and tortured for hours. When I was in Serbia, I was captured by some of Moriarty's cohorts. They put me in chains and questioned me for hours about that stupid, fake code Moriarty had implanted in the sniper's heads. When I told them that the code wasn't real, they got vicious. They got out the cat o' nine tails and made deep lacerations into my skin. They, of course, didn't believe me and the beatings got worse each day. Mycroft finally came and rescued me." Sherlock then looks up with red-rimmed eyes, into John's softened gaze, "I would do it all again though. You are safe. It was worth it all, even if you never love me again….I'm really sleepy though, John. Goodnight, I love you." Before John can reply to anything Sherlock has said, the usually reserved detective has taken the blogger's calloused hand in his own, lain down with his eyes closed and has finally fallen to sleep.
John's not naïve enough to believe that if Sherlock hadn't been so heavily medicated, that he would have gotten this much out of the introverted man. Sherlock has obviously been more affected by John's absence than he lets on. He had never thought about it from Sherlock's perspective. He had only ever thought about his hurt or his pain, but now, he realizes it has not been all one-sided. When Sherlock next awoke, they would have to have a serious discussion about everything.
Notes: Ok, in the first few paragraphs, I've written it kind like Sherlock is telling the story (sorta). I've meant to write bestest-est because I wanted Sherlock to appear child-like in his medicated state. As promised Fluff. :D (even though it's tainted with a bit of angst. Not much, but some :/) If you can't tell, out of every character in the series, Sherlock is my favorite. So, I have a thing for crying Sherlock. When I read fics like that, it rips my heart out so, I had to share it with you all :D I hope you like the chapter! :D
Randomplotbunny: OMG! I SHALL ADD THAT CHAPTER! I LOVE THAT IDEA! :D (I'll give you credit for the idea :) ) Yes, they are back and they are staying! :D Thank you for such a lovely comment! :D
Kestrel98: I'm glad I make you happy and I hope I continue to do so :D
TheMysteriousGeek2345:This is why I like you. Yes, You could say he is a bit under the weather, hahaha. But, in all seriousness. I would have to image that would be very painful and thus, this chapter was born! :D I have updated :D I hope you like it :D