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Sherlock sat in the same couch next to the same hospital bed he had been sitting in for over two weeks. Every noise he thought he heard his head would snap up towards her body, but like the other five hundred thousand times he had done so she still hadn't moved. His chin had just sunk down onto his chest when the door opened. He didn't look up because he knew it could only be one of three people, her doctor who came in only to check on her vitals, the nurse who came to make sure he was comfortable, or John. By the sound of the shoes on the tile he knew it was John. "How's she doing." John asked, same as he had for the past two weeks.

"Same..." Sherlock waved his hand at her chart which John helped himself to. "Nothing new, nothing worse."

"Well, nothing worse is good." John said trying to sound cheerful, Sherlock just scoffed.

"Hey, she's going to be ok. She got knocked pretty good, and there was nothing you could have done about it." He said setting the chart back a bit harder than what was needed, coming and sitting by Sherlock on the couch. "You need to stop blaming yourself." Sherlock didn't look at John, the only things he had looked at since she had been admitted was the floor, the ceiling, and Celeste. "There was nothing that you could have done. You didn't know she was going to try to tackle him... Besides, she didn't get shot, she's breathing on her own, it's just a coma..." At this Sherlock looked up at John. "People come out of them all the time." He patted Sherlock on the back. "Have you eaten?" Sherlock pointed towards a tray one of the nurses had brought in minutes before John had showed up, sat on the table untouched. John's brow furrowed. "You need to eat."

"What's the point?" Sherlock murmered.

"The point." John said standing up grabbing the tray slamming it in front of him. "Is giving a person to wake up to. Not a corpse." He shoved the plastic spork into Sherlock's hand. "Now eat, or I'll have you admitted and tied down with an IV in your arm." Sherlock looked down at the food and back up at John who was watching.

Sherlock sighed and scopped a small amount of what the nurse had said was turkey into his mouth, slowly chewing it John decided that was good enough because at least it was something when he sat back down next to Sherlock as he slowly made his way through the tray trying to not think about what he was doing. When he was finished John took the tray and set it over by the door. "You sleep at all last night?"

"Barely." He looked back down at the floor. "It's been a while. I just lay here listening for something... anything. I honestly don't know if I actually sleep and just dream that I'm still awake listening to the heart monitor. Or if I'm actually awake all night."

"Do you want me to ask the nurse for something so you can sleep?" John asked after a few minutes of silence.

Sherlock shook his head. "No.. I want to be able to wake up if she does."

"When Sherlock. When she does." John corrected him. The door opened next to him, he knew it wasn't the right time of rounds for the nurse and the doctor was there just an hour ago. Sherlock lifted his head up watching as Lestrade and Mycroft walked in. John stood and shook Lestrade's hand giving Mycroft a nod of the head.

"We came to see how she was doing." Lestrade said walking over to the bed next to Celeste, Sherlock saw he had a vase with flowers in it as he set it on the table next to her bed.

"Same. Nothing new." John said so Sherlock didn't have to. "Thanks for coming, I know she'd be happy to see you Greg. And I know she'd like to meet Mycroft."

Sherlock's eyes darted over towards his brother who was still standing by the door. He took a few steps forward towards the bed and looked down at her face. "She's quite pretty. You weren't lying Greg. Still quite plain. When Greg told me you had taken a liking to a woman I was expecting a super model Sherlock. Not someone like this. But I guess I never would have guessed it took a loon to catch my brother's fanc-" Mycroft was cut off as Sherlock stood quickly grabbing the front his brother's coat.

"Take that back." He growled as Greg and John pulled the brothers apart. "Take it BACK!"

"Sherlock!" John shouted surprised, "You're going to get kicked out." He shoved Sherlock back onto the couch staying in front of him in case he decided to make another lunge at Mycroft. "Mycroft she isn't a loon." John said, trying to calm both down. "She's actually very smart. Now I'm going to have to ask that if you can't hold your tongue you leave."

Mycroft looked at John. "He needs to know that this isn't the end of his life. That he needs to move on. I was merely trying to get him to see that he could do better and that all is not lost."

"If it was Greg laying there would you still think so?" Sherlock shot at Mycroft.

"That is completely different." Mycroft said straightening up. "You barely know this woman."

"I know enough."

"You've known her for barely three months!" Mycroft shouted and before Sherlock could open his mouth a nurse popped her head in.

"Oi, what's going on in here? If you don't keep it down I'm going to have to ask you all to leave." She looked at Sherlock as though he had been the one shouting. "You too Mr. Holmes."

"Yes, sorry, we will keep it down." John said nodding to the nurse. She looked at each of them before disappearing back into the hall. John looked back at Mycroft, "This needs to stop between you two. It's childish."

Sherlock went back to looking at the ground. "Maybe he's right..."

John turned slowly as though he wasn't sure it had been Sherlock who spoke, he stared down at the detective. "What did you say?"

"You heard me John. I barely know Celeste... all i know is who I've made her into. But I know in here," he pointed to his heart, "that I care about her. And that is what matters, even if she never feels that way back about me. I don't care, what I care about is that woman laying in that bed. And even if we never have anyone else in the world we will have each other." He paused looking right at his brother. "I love her." He walked over to the bed and placed his hand over hers taking her hand in his. It had been the first time he had touched her since the night she had been hit over the head. And neither the doctors, or Sherlock, or John knew what happened but when he touched her hand her eyes fluttered open and she let out a small sore moan and shut her eyes again.

As if they were all the same person all four heads snapped towards Celeste. "I'm getting the nurse." Greg said as he took from the room. Sherlock bent over her his face inches away from hers.

"Celeste?" He whispered, when she didn't said anything he thought that maybe he had imagined it and that he would look up and Greg would still be in the room giving him a look as to why he was suddenly whispering to her. "Celeste?" He said softly one more time touching his finger tips to the side of her face, stroking her cheek.

"Mmm..." She moaned again, her eyes fluttered open again making contact with Sherlock's. "Sherlock?" She murmered.

"Celeste!" His eyes lit up as doctors and nurses suddenly rushed in pushing him aside to get to her.