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In this, John wakes up and find everything is not all as it seems. (John's inner thoughts are in italic, you'll see why later. =) )

Wow. I feel as if I've been hit by a bus. Either that or I've got the worst hangover in history and I'll blame it on Greg.

Wait. Why am I in darkness? Why am I talking to myself? Why can't I open my eyes and move?

Sherlock. Sherlock? Please be with me here. I feel alone and scared.

This is worse than losing soldiers in Afghanistan and you're the only one left in the battle.

Am I dead? Is this what it feels like to die? It's incredibly dull. Ha! Sherlock would hate this. I think he would kill himself all over again if he thought this was it. I guess in the circumstances, it's a bit not good thinking about that for a while.

Wait, hold on. I can hear something...

"... It's obvious by the state of your jewellery that you are not faithful to jewellery that you are not faithful to your other half for about, ooooh 6 years? And that you've given him an STI from your affair with the car repair man by the odour of the perfume you're wearing in places that otherwise wouldn't normally go. Tut, tut! A nurse of all people should know how to protect herself!"

"PISS OFF!" Slam.

Wow he really is getting on everyones nerves!

I've never heard him hum before but this is actually quite nice. Very soothing. He should play it on his violin.

Hang on. Where am I?

Lets think about this. I proposed to Sherlock, he said yes, we held hands walking home and... blank. Now, I've ended up here, wherever 'here' is!

Wait a minute, I heard he was talking to someone and referred to them as 'nurse'.

Oh god. I'm in hospital. What the bloody hell has happened now? Has Sherlock taken apart another electrical appliance and blown it up.

Hold on, I can feel something. Is... is that Sherlock... holding my hand?

Thank you my detective, my love.

Something is happening to me. I can feel my eyelids regaining strength. I think I can open them now. Let's see...

Yep. Its hospital alright. Soothing colours on the walls, pictures of landscapes and scenery, the smell of disinfectant. This is not Bart's. He must have had me transferred to a private hospital.

Oh god. This must be serious.

"Now then, Mr Watson,"

"Doctor!" I'm a doctor for Christ's sake! Did you not read my notes or are you one of those lazy doctors I see now and then?

"We have seen for a few days now that you have been waking up from your chemically-induced coma-"

Je-sus. This is serious for me to be put in a coma.

"I need for you to tell me, in any way possible, do you remember your name?"

"Of course he does, you idiot! You just told him! He's going to remember what you said two seconds ago!"

"Mr Holmes, let me do my job."

"Fine."

"Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you remember your name?"

Blink. Of course I bloody do.

"Good. Do you know where you are?"

Blink. I don't recognise the place, but the smell of hospital disinfectant is unique.

"And do you know who this man is?"

Blink. Yes, my Sherlock.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Blink Blink. No, I don't. I don't remember anything, just my proposal to Sherlock.

"Okay John. You have suffered a major blow to the back of your head. We've had to stem the intra-cranial bleed and to leave the skull cracked to let the brain stop swelling, which looks fine now. However, the trauma did some pretty bad damage to a portion of your brain that controls your voluntary muscle system. As a consequence, you are completely paralysed except for your eye movement. This is what we call Locked-In Syndrome. It is rare to come out of this entirely recovered but we are willing to do our best if you fight with us, Okay?"

... Blink. Oh, my god.

"We will be taking more MRI's we can look at any lasting damage and changes within the brain's function as you are treated and we will go from there in terms of future prognosis. Alright?"

Blink.

"Alright. I will see you later on today to discuss any results or queries. Goodbye for now."

Jesus. I can't... I don't know if I have enough strength...

"Listen to me John. You can fight this. I know you can. You are a fighter. You fought in Afghanistan and you fought for me, please don't give up."

I... I'll try. Blink.

I need to sleep.