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"Sherlock, what is that?" John spoke, pointing at the plastic bag in Sherlock's shirt. When Sherlock didn't answer, John pulled his hand away. Aside from the occasional sharp breath, Sherlock appears to be completely asleep. Bur John couldn't let that happen. Not with a concussion. He shook his friend awake, begging him to open his eyes. Sherlock let out a small groan, but opened his eyes to look at John.
"What was that, John?" It was weak, but at least he was talking.
"Nothing. I'll make you some tea." With that, John stood and headed for the kitchen, without waiting for a response from Sherlock. John knew what he had seen. He knew what was in that bag. He knew about Sherlock's drug habit, which he had recently thought was no longer a problem. Obviously, he was wrong.
John stayed with Sherlock through the night and into the early morning. He passed the time by sitting in his favorite chair, reading. Once in a while, Sherlock would try to sit up, only to wince in pain and resign to staying prostrate on the couch. He would occasionally ask John what he was reading. Once, around midnight, when Sherlock was in a state between dream and reality, he begged John to read aloud to him. John dosed off a few times, but never for more than half an hour. Soon, John would see the rays from the sun creeping through the sky, stretching over and past the buildings of London. But John wouldn't be able to see it, because his eyes were closed. And if his breathing patterns were any indication, he wouldn't be opening them any time soon. Sherlock had managed to sit up without too much discomfort, and was now staring at John. He saw the growing dark circles around his flat mate's eyes.
"John," Sherlock said quietly. John stirred at the sound of his own name, but he didn't open his eyes.
"John," Sherlock tried again. This time, John shifted in his seat, letting out a small groan. But he still wouldn't wake. This time, Sherlock rose from the couch, letting out a hiss when he stepped on his leg. He limped over to John's seat and leaned over him.
"John," Sherlock said louder as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. Bad move. John started awake and grabbed Sherlock's wrist and pulled. Sherlock tried to catch himself on the arms of the chair, but with only one hand, he was unsuccessful. Within seconds, Sherlock's head was on John's chest, his free hand on John's thigh. Once John realized what had happened, he took Sherlock by the shoulders and lifted him onto his feet.
"Sorry. Nightmare."
"Not a problem." Except, now Sherlock's mind was on the warm skin exposed by John's unbuttoned shirt below his jumper. John got to his feet and told Sherlock to lay down again.
"I won't waste any more time being sedentary. I must do something. Anything. John, I know you understand how this feels." Indeed, John did understand. "Don't, please don't, make me lay down. I can't stand it." John thought for a moment or two.
"All right, here's a proposition for you, Sherlock. Play for me."
"What?"
"Your violin. Play for me."
Sherlock stood for a moment, looking at John with a bemused expression. Then he strode to his case, pulled out his violin and began to play. It was a sad, slow song that had no words. John had no idea what he was playing, as per usual, but it was beautiful, as always. Sherlock had his eyes open, but only slightly, and was looking thoughtfully at the fingerboard. He played for nearly an hour before he removed the bow from the strings and set down the violin. John had on a blank countenance that told Sherlock that he was lost in his own deep thoughts, where the music had put him. It took a few moments for John to realize Sherlock had stopped playing. He looked up expectantly and widened his eyes.
"That was lovely. Tea?"
"Why not."
This one's pretty short. I haven't had time to update, so forgive me. I have a lot of free time now that I've graduated (yes!) and hopefully, I'll keep adding to this. I haven't quite figured out where to go from here, but I have a few ideas, so keep checking back for more.