Chapter 12

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Sherlock struggled to work past the growing fog in his mind. Thankfully the case was simple enough, showing again just how stupid the police were so it should be simple to provide the answer and leave. If it was as easy as he knew on some level it was then why was he struggling to speak never mind provide an answer to Lestrade's pressing questions.

"So was it the sister Sherlock?" Lestrade pressed. He needed answers quickly he didn't have time for any of Sherlock's games.

John watched Sherlock closely as he gave a near impossible to decipher response. He knew he shouldn't have let Sherlock come. He also knew there was no way he could tell Sherlock what to do.

"Sherlock I haven't got time for this! You would think after being accepted back onto the force to assist with cases you would at least make a little effort to stop acting like well, you," he said impatiently as he tapped Sherlock's shoulder hoping to elicit a response.

Lestrade looked to John in confusion as Sherlock still refused to answer and seemed to stare straight ahead. He had no idea what was going on with Sherlock and he didn't have time to find out. Thinking back Sherlock had been acting strange, well stranger than normal all day. He couldn't describe what it was but there was something about him and how he was acting that didn't feel quite right. He had been pretty much himself at the crime scene but now in his office Sherlock was acting really strange. His feeling of unease intensified when he saw John watching Sherlock with unease. "What's going on?" Lestrade eventually asked.

"Nothing, nothing but maybe we should go," John said quietly as he grasped Sherlock's arm and made to stand.

"Are you joking? I need answers Sherlock. I don't just take you round crime scenes for the fun of it. I actually am looking for an answer. So either tell me what is going on or cut the games and tell me what you are thinking," Lestrade snapped.

"Her friend, interview her friends mother, no alibi friend says was with her mother, not true enough evidence to arrest her, I've told you the rest," Sherlock said praying his words weren't slurring. It was getting harder to focus and be as aware of what was going on around him as he would like. He had to get out of here. He could feel the unease washing over him as his body felt strange and alien to him. He was going to take one, he had to get out of here. He wasn't sure where he needed to be but he needed to be away from here.

He got out of the station feeling like he was wading through treacle. John knew things had to be bad as he barely seemed to notice the strong grip he had on his arm to stop him falling as he looked worryingly unsteady on his feet. He had to get him somewhere safe. He cursed slightly as Sherlock tensed more as he stared ahead into the flashing lights of the police cars approaching the station. "Sherlock, focus on me, listen to me, look at me," he said quickly he needed him to look away from the lights. The flashing lights of the police car at the scene hadn't helped with the situation. John noticed the longer he was round it the more distant he seemed to become. He cursed himself again for allowing Sherlock to be so lax with his health. He was a doctor for Christ sake and Sherlock's friend. Now wasn't the time to focus on that he had to help Sherlock.

His eyes eventually landed on a patch of grass not too far from where they were. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get Sherlock over to it as he was rapidly spacing out and his breathing becoming harsher. He realised it would be dangerous to try and move him he quickly caught Sherlock as his form went rigid and his legs went from under him. "It's alright, I've got you," he said softly.

He tried to support his head as best he could while he fitted. The fit lasted a long time he felt his chest beginning to ease slightly when it eventually showed signs of slowing. He spoke softly to Sherlock trying to bring him round. "It's okay, you're okay now mate," he said quietly. Worry exploded through him when not even a minute after the first seizure ended Sherlock's form tensed as another violent seizure took hold of him. He watched over him closely as he fitted loathing how helpless he felt. He bit his lip worriedly as he tried to keep his airway clear as Sherlock vomited. He also noticed he had urinated another common side effect of violent seizures. As Sherlock failed to come round John was eventually forced to phone an ambulance.

He stood outside the hospital making himself phone Mycroft. He knew Sherlock wouldn't want him involved but they both knew he would find out regardless so it just seemed easier to tell him. "Hello Mycroft, it's John, John Watson," he said forcing his voice to remain calm, to use his 'doctor voice.'

"Hello John, what is it, I can only assume this has something to do with my little brother, what has he done now?" he asked.

"Nothing, he's, we're at the hospital. I had to phone an ambulance. We were out and he took a few consecutive seizures that he was showing no sign of coming round from. I am here with him but just thought you should know," he said eager to get off the phone so he could get back in to see Sherlock.

"I'll be right down," he said hanging up before John could respond. He couldn't help but notice that Mycroft hadn't sounded totally surprised by the news. He pushed the thought aside as he walked into the hospital room.

"How is he?" he asked the nurse quietly as Sherlock still appeared to be sleeping.

"Wouldn't it be better to actually ask me," Sherlock asked his voice slurred and thick with sleep.

"Sorry Sherlock I didn't know you were awake. How are you?" he asked carefully as he sat down next to him.

"Why am I here, we have to go now.," Sherlock said moving to sit up frowning as the drip in his arm restricted his movement. He glanced round as a beeping sound caught his attention. His bleary and still slightly unfocused eyes darkened a bit as they fell on the monitor registering his brain activity. His trembling hands touched his hair feeling the electrodes they had glued into his head to monitor his brain activity.

John watched Sherlock carefully, his anger was evident but he knew he'd done the right thing. Watching Sherlock's slightly uncoordinated movements and hindered thought processes he was even more certain he'd done the right thing. "You need medical help Sherlock and it's time you stop fighting it. So just accept the help and get yourself well," John answered.

"I have medical care at home, you come close enough. You are a reasonable enough doctor so you will do fine, now lets go," Sherlock said.

"No, you can't fight this anymore. You are going to stay here and get the medical help that you need, help that I can't give you. You need to get this back under control. You scared me today Sherlock," he finally admitted. He couldn't tell him that he had already lost him once and couldn't stand the thought of losing him again.

He had spoken to the doctors and they were planning to keep Sherlock in for a while to monitor his condition to get him on the correct medication and dose. Although he wished it had happened in some other way he was glad Sherlock was finally getting the help he needed.

He glanced at his phone as it buzzed thinking it must be Mycroft asking where they were but it was Lestrade. 'Everything alright only you left in a bit of a hurry. Have tried to reach Sherlock but he's not answering tell him to get back to me as soon as possible.' He sighed slightly, he knew there was no way Sherlock's strange before earlier that day would go unnoticed by Greg but it wasn't his place to tell him.

"What?" Sherlock asked from the bed. Ever observant, even now John thought with a tired smile.

"Nothing, it's fine," John said calmly.

"Terrible liar," Sherlock uttered. Before he could attempt to get his mind to clear enough to argue the point further he made out the shape of his brother standing in the doorway. "Mycroft?" he demanded.

"Hello brother," he said striding into the room with a curt nod to John as he approached the bed picking up Sherlock's medical notes.

"Those are private," he uttered struggling to focus and keep the slur out of his voice.

"They will be a lot more informative than you will be right now brother. Don't try and argue with me Sherlock we both know it's true. Perhaps this time you will actually take the medical advice they give you and save little lapses like this from happening in the future," Mycroft said

"Shut up," Sherlock snarled.

"Oh good we have entered the anger stage seems this could be a long night," Mycroft said sitting himself down.

"Stop defining me by the epilepsy," Sherlock hissed.

"Lets just calm down alright," John said quickly. Stress was the last thing Sherlock needed at the moment.

Their eyes turned towards the door as a doctor walked in. "If you two could wait outside a moment I need a word with Mr Holmes alone," he said gently but firmly.

"No I really feel it is best that I stay. I'm his brother, Mycroft Holmes," he said flashing his ID at the doctor. "My brother is often confused during these times so I really do feel it is best that I stay and oversee things to make sure my brother receives the best possible care you understand," he said firmly ignoring Sherlock's glare and snide remarks.

"No I really do need a moment with Mr Holmes alone so if you could kindly step outside a moment," the doctor repeated ushering Mycroft towards the door.

When Mycroft joined John outside he turned back to Sherlock meeting his eyes. Sherlock could tell already it wasn't going to be good news.