John's P.O.V.

I haven't seen Sherlock for days now. I remember vaguely seeing him the day I was told about my legs. I was shocked when I heard about it and I've tried multiple times to move them, but I couldn't even feel them. I hated it. It left me feeling so useless. I guess that's why Sherlock hadn't came around much. He didn't want to be around someone who couldn't walk.

I sighed, leaning backwards on the bed. I so wanted out of this place. As a doctor I was accustomed to being here a lot. But now I understood how staring at a white wall for hours on end could be so boring and why so many patients went crazy.

Smirking, I decided to have a little fun. Leaning as far I could, I pressed the automatic flatline button on the back of the heart moniter. If I didn't remove the finger clip within 30 seconds an alarm would sound out a code blue. Laying flat on my back, I put the eating tray on my chest, which made it hard to see that I was breathing. Counting down from five the normal alert sounded. I snickered and closed my eyes. I could get in so much trouble for this, but it was worth it.

Nurses and doctors ran in and started to set everything up. I tried to hold it in, but I ended up bursting into tears, I was laughing so hard. They all glared at me and left the room. It was then I noticed Sherlock standing in the door frame, a slightly worried look on his face. My smile faded and I looked away, unable to face him.

"John. How are you doing?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Okay I guess. Just really bored. Hence the reason I pulled that small prank."

"I guess it's better than shooting holes in the wall."

"If I had a gun and if it would decorate the walls, I'd more than gladly do that! I am so bored. I hate white walls. I now know why patients who are here for a long time go crazy." I laughed, my smile returning for a split second.

We both went silent, staring at the wall. I looked down, knowing what we were about to talk about was probably going to ruin our friendship forever. Squeezing my eyes shut, a single tear fell, a small detail Sherlock did not miss. He looked at me, emptiness and sadness being the main emotions on his face.

Another tear fell. "I'm sorry Sherlock. I didn't mean for this to happen. If I had just listened to you none of this would be like it is now. I understand if you don't wish to be around me any more. I mean, who would? I can't even walk anymore. Might as well go die." I whispered the end part, trying to hold back even more tears.

"What? No! Don't even dare think something like that John Hamish Watson! You are very much needed here. And what about Mary and Sherby? Are you just going to leave them behind. I'm sure your wife, not to mention your one year old daughter, isn't going to love you any less on the fact if you can walk or not." the detective shouted at me, staring me in the eye.

I noticed here didn't put his thoughts on the subject in there. Maybe I was right. He didn't want to be around someone who was helpless like me. As much as the thought hurt, I had to allow for every option, good or bad. I looked away from his face, the tears coming steadily now. I pushed my face into a pillow to hide a sob. Unfortunately, it didn't help. I was soon full out crying and didn't try to hide it. I could tell I was making Sherlock uncomfortable, but the last thing expected was him to try and sooth me.

"Hey now. Don't cry." he wrapped his arms around me. "I can't stand to see my best friend break down right in front of me. I know it's hard not being able to walk, but please. If possible, let me help. I want to so badly, so tell me what to do."

"I'm sorry Sherlock. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. Just please forgive me." I sobbed into his shirt, suddenly all thoughts of him hating me gone. "Please Sherlock, please. That's all I ask. Hate me, leave me alone, do whatever you want to me, just please. Forgive me."

"John. John Watson. Look at me. You're my best friend. The only human alive that could make this sociopath feel anything. I'd be a fool to hate you and I promise you, I won't leave you alone until the day I die. John Watson, a solider, a doctor, a loving husband and father, my best friend, my only friend, I forgive you for everything. There's not one thing in this entire world that I don't forgive you for. I just have one request." Sherlock said, looking me dead in the eye, his voice not wavering once.

"What's that?" I managed to say through my tears.

"John Watson, please, one day, I beg you, walk again. For me."

I embraced him in a hug and gave him a promise. "Sherlock Holmes, I promise you, one day, I will walk again. For you."

And for a minute in our lives, everything was good.

Hey everyone! It's me again! You got a triple update! Hope this makes up for the fact I might not update tomorrow! Thank you so much for all the support! I hope you enjoyed and please review!

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