John's P.O.V.

I frowned as Shelock left my room. Mainly because I wasn't sure if the promise I had just made was totally debatable if I could keep it or not. While I may never walk again, I knew one thing for certain. I would never stop trying. Til the day I died, I would try to walk again. Try to be worth something again.

Worth something. According to Sherlock I was worth something. I was his friend and the only one who could honestly make him smile. If that wasn't worth something, I don't know what is.

I was so relieved that Sherlock had forgiven me. That he didn't hold any grudge against me. It might've been stupid to think he did, but I was honestly scared that he might not want to be around someone who couldn't walk and I told him that. He quickly put those fears to rest, saying there was no one in this world who could replace me.

I still couldn't walk, I hadn't seen or talked to my wife in weeks, and my best friend was still scheduled to die in twenty-six days, but at least he didn't hate me. Even in this situation, there was some sunshine peeking through the clouds. I sighed happily and leaned back, closing my eyes for a second. Boy, was that ever a mistake...

I was on a ship, the deck swaying wildly, and the waves coming up and over the railings. I could see no crew or any passengers. It looked deserted and old. Seeing what looked like the door to the captain's quarters. I ran inside slamming the door shut behind me. When I turned around, I was face to face with Sherlock.

"Ahh! Sherlock you scared me." I said, trying to be cheerful and walked around him only to stop dead in my tracks.

Lying there, was the corpse of Sherlock, shot in the head, blood still oozing out of the wound. The Sherlock I had saw when I walked in, came and stared at me, a look of disgust on his face.

"Look at that John. Your best friend, lying on the floor, dead. And why you ask? Because of YOU!" he shouted, making me shrink back in terror. "YOU let him die! YOU didn't save him! YOU are the reason he's dead John! And you have to live with it. You have to live with it for the rest of your life. Of course, you could make your life shorter, prove to him your sorry."

I was close to sobbing and got closer every time he yelled. "What do you mean?" I managed to say.

He held a gun out to me, placing it in my hands, and holding another one to his head. "Boom."

"Oh." my hands shook as I held it up to my head.

I cocked it and took a breath. Any second now I would be dead...

Sherlock's P.O.V.

I heard the alarm go off and almost hesitated. He was just fine a minute ago when I left. Was he pulling another prank? I walked briskly back to the room, to find it wasn't a pranks this time. He was actually in a code blue situation. I stood back and looked on with scared eyes, wishing I could help. I had been informed by my PA, Luke, that John was the only reason I was still alive, the least I could do was repay the debt.

I watched as they did CPR. Two minutes later they shouted clear, and shocked him. Right after that they began the chest compressions again. After three rounds of this, I got on my knees next to him, whispering in his ear, begging him to wake up. Nothing seemed to be working. A small idea came to me and I used it as a last feeble attempt.

"John Watson you promised me you would walk again."

John's P.O.V.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears continued to fall. Right as I went to pull the trigger I heard Sherlock speak again, though it was kind of blurry and distant.

"John Watson, you promised me you would walk again."

I stayed there, gun to my head, finger on the trigger. I didn't know what to do. One Sherlock told me the end this all. The other reminded me of a promise.

"John if you die today, I will never forgive you for it. Please, wake up, wake up, wake up..."

The words 'wake up' echoed through my brain. I fell backwards, the ship disappearing, and my head hit what felt like a pillow. Something was pushing on my chest and everyone in a while a shock would go through me. I took a shuddered breath and everything went silent around me. Soon a round of applause went up and arms squeezed me, the owner whispering in my ear.

"Thank goodness. John thank you. Thank you for not dying."

I tried to talk, but I was to exhausted. All I could do was lean my head back and fall asleep...

Ten Hours Later

I woke up to a snoring Sherlock. He was sitting on the chair next to my bed, head resting on his hand, sleeping. I reached over and grabbed his wrist, checking to make sure he was real. The slight touch though awoken him.

"What's wrong! What's going on! Who died!" the detective woke up frantically.

"I don't think anyone's died so far, unless we both are dead." I said softly. "Which would be better than just one of us."

"Oh John! You're awake! Thank god!" he hugged me, a few teardrops slidding down his checks and hitting my face.

"I am, aren't I?" I chuckled.

He glared ferociously at me. "Don't ever do that to me again John Watson! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he shouted.

"Hey don't be mad at me! I wasn't trying to die."

"I'm not mad John, I'm scared. I can't keep doing this. I don't want to keep doing this. Please John, next time I'm dying, just let me. I don't want to hurt anyone else." he begged and I just couldn't tell him no.

But at the same time, I could. "No."

"What?"

"I said no. I will not just let you die Sherlock! That's not what best friends do! I tell you what, you and I are going to break out of this damn hospital, and we're going to solve a case! And we're going to do it tonight! And if anyone should try to stop us, hehe, I'd like to see them try!"

A determined look was in Sherlock's eyes and I had to smile. Because tonight I'm breaking out.

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