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They stayed wrapped up in each other for a while, finally breaking apart when a nurse came in to check on John. She smiled and asked John a few questions, checking his injuries efficiently she left quickly. Sherlock avoiding eye contact with her or any conversation.
"How long will you be here?" Sherlock asked once she'd left.
"I'm not sure, should be an overnight stay at the longest."
Sherlock nodded, "Would you like me to go home and fetch you some clothes? Your toothbrush?"
"I could probably do with a change of clothes, but I don't really want to be away from you for a little while yet."
"Good, you won't be allowed to be out of my sight for the rest of your life anyway."
John chuckled, he knew Sherlock was shaken up by this and was just trying to mask it with stubbornness.
"How about you ask your brother to send one of his minions to get some things?" John suggested.
Sherlock crinkled his nose in displeasure, "I don't want his people riffling through our things."
"You mean you don't want them to see you underwear."
John was laughing and it made Sherlock happy, despite it being at his expense.
"Some of us have dignity." He replied coolly, feigning annoyance.
"Really, how splendid." John replied, letting his laughter die down.
Sherlock moved back towards John's bed and sat near his hip again.
"Don't..." He tried, "Please, John, I can't lose you." He stroked a hand against John's bruised and battered face.
John reached up to hold onto Sherlock's wrist gently, "It's okay. You're not going to lose me, ever." He said firmly, love laced into his every word.
"You don't know that, you can't know what's going to happen!" Sherlock was crumbling before John's eyes and it hurt worse than the beating he had suffered.
"Then how come I do?" He said lightly, his voice weak with compassion.
Sherlock sagged forward, curling into John, who gently pulled himself into a more upright position and buried his face in Sherlock's hair, swaying him gently and Sherlock tried to calm down. John's heart clenched when a shaky sound, almost like a sob, came from Sherlock, but no more followed and he relaxed back into holding Sherlock close to him.
After a while Sherlock brought his head up and stared John directly in the eyes. Then he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss onto the eyelid of John's bruised eye, John smiled, touched by the gesture. But Sherlock did not stop there, he kissed slowly along John's cheekbone, and then drew his lips back, searching for more injuries.
He stroked the stiff material of the hospital gown, before pulling the loose knots apart and removing it from John's upper half. He was shocked for a moment to see the extent of the bruising against John's chest and shoulders, but he recovered quickly and leaned down to press more kisses against John's collar bones, suckling at the spot where John's neck and shoulders met. John groaned, arching his chest up towards Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled and lowered himself more, kissing his way down to John's nipples and playing with them until they were hard and tender, he licked them gently causing John to writhe and moan, but John stopped him as he tried to move lower.
"No Sherlock. Not here." He gasped.
"John," Sherlock grumbled, "Why not, you're clearly enjoying yourself!"
"Sherlock no, as soon as we get home I promise!" John said sincerely, he wasn't too pleased about stopping either, but he wasn't comfortable going any further here.
Sherlock sighed, before fixing Johns gown and puling himself close against John, letting John's lolling head rest against his chest and stroking his hands through Johns hair and over his shoulders.
The next morning Sherlock was grumpy, he didn't like hospitals, he didn't like sleeping in them and he especially hated them when John was lying injured in one.
"He's fine, why can't we just go!" He snapped at a nurse who was talking to John, telling him to take it easy and not to strain himself until he felt completely better.
"Hush Sherlock, we'll be leaving soon." John chastised, equally as eager to be leaving as Sherlock was, he hadn't forgotten the promise from last night, and Sherlock clearly hadn't judging by his narky behaviour.
There's probably about 1 more chapter left, expect it within the next day or so!