Hi, this is my first fanfic, please read and review. I meant to put this on Chapter One, but as it's my first experience with the old publishing online story lark, I'm not quite sure how this thingy works yet. Anyhoo, I hope you like it! x
'John,' Sherlock whispered as he hovered above Amy's bed, 'why is she so pale?'
'Because she is ill, Sherlock.' John said as he read her chart, his forehead furrowed in irritation.
Sherlock frowned at his friend and sat down in the chair beside Amy's bed. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and watched her laboured breathing. 'She's breathing funny, John.' he said.
John looked up from her notes. 'Hmm, she'll do that.' He said distractedly, turning back to the notes. 'Sherlock, I'm just going to go and…' he mumbled as he wandered out of the room.
Sherlock smiled, glad for the privacy: not that he minded John being there, Amy was his patient after all, but Sherlock felt a little embarrassed about what he was about to do.
He pulled his chair even closer and lent his head so it was almost level with Amy's ear.
'Hi Amy.' He began. 'I came back. Guess I was bored. Plus, Mrs Hudson has taken my skull and...' he paused. 'Well, obviously not my skull. I guess I should start at the beginning.' Sherlock smiled to himself, hearing his own words back.
'I guess you better had.' Amy croaked, her eyes fluttering open a fraction.
'You heard that?'
'If it makes you feel better, you're very cute.'
Sherlock frowned.
'In a strange way.' Amy added with a poor attempt at a smile.
Sherlock grinned. He kind of liked that.
'So, the skull?' Amy prompted, closing her eyes.
Sherlock's smiled widened and he settled himself back in his chair.