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Sherlock could only hear the sound of beeping monitors around him. He was still alive. It hadn't worked. How had he survived that fall? He wanted to kick himself. Could he move his legs? Sherlock moved his body slightly and found that he seemed to be moving just fine.
"Sherlock?"
He still didn't open his eyes upon hearing whoever it was that John's voice was taking over. He didn't care who it was because it certainly wasn't John.
"Leave me alone, I want to sleep more." Sherlock's voice was extremely croaky. It hurt his throat a bit to speak.
"Hell, Sherlock!" the person shouted. "Doctor!"
There was the sound of some footsteps rushing into the room.
"Sherlock, can you hear us?" one voice said. "Can you open your eyes for me?"
"No. I don't want to."
There was a little giggle. It sounded too much like John and Sherlock groaned.
"Stop it."
"Stop what, Sherlock?" a doctor asked. "Are you in any pain?"
"Sherlock, what's wrong? Will you please open your eyes?"
"Who's that?" Sherlock finally asked.
"Why don't you open your eyes and see who it is?" a doctor said hopefully.
And Sherlock knew he had to agree for the curiosity that was taking over. He adjusted his eyes in the light and looked to the side of him.
He had to be dreaming. Sherlock immediately jumped up from his lying down position and stared into the face of the man he thought was dead. John.
The quick movement caused the doctors to rush to fix the various medical equipments that were connected to him.
"What's going on?" Sherlock asked, now very confused. Maybe he had died and this was where he was finding John again.
"You bloody idiot," John laughed with tears in his eyes, embracing Sherlock in a hug. "You've had everybody worried sick about you while you've been fast asleep for three months."
Sherlock found his own arms wrapped around John, which was actually quite uncomfortable since he was sitting in a bed and leaning to the side to hug the man. He'd never hugged him before.
"Wait," Sherlock said, still not wanting to let go but did so anyway. "Three months?"
He didn't need to ask what had happened really. One look at John's appearance showed him everything he needed to know. Not had a shave in a while, what was with that weird moustache growing on his face? That had to go. Hair not brushed properly, days old hair-gel. Baggy clothes, not cared much for his appearance and so obviously not left the room much. Oh, he'd lost weight. Clearly he hadn't been looking after himself that much while Sherlock had been hospitalised.
"I was in a coma?" Sherlock asked, thinking back to the events he last remembered. "How?"
"The explosion at Baker Street," John explained while the doctors left the room after feeling happy they had sorted everything out while the men talked. "The blast made you fall and you hit your head really hard, then you ended up in a coma."
"You stayed here?"
John looked embarrassed and a little lost for words for a few seconds. "Um, yeah."
"Good. I wasn't just going crazy then," Sherlock responded. "You better call everyone and tell them I'm awake, I presume they'll want to see me after not hearing my judgements for such a long time."
John giggled a bit. "I see being asleep for three months hasn't changed you much?"
"Of course not."
"Good."

A/N: Thank you to everybody who has read this fanfic! I hope you liked it!
I was thinking of writing another one that is from John's POV while this was all going on? Tell me what you think of that idea And please leave a review if you can! Your opinions and advice helps me to improve on my writing so that is very important .
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