Hurt

Sometimes cases really suck. They just suck. They're time consuming and difficult and you wouldn't believe the leg work involved. Sometimes they just suck.

This case sucks. John was quite upset when Sherlock took it, only because he did foresee how much they'd need to be on the move. The criminal is a runner, John doesn't know how Sherlock didn't see it, too.

But they're so close. They're about to catch him. John and Sherlock, along with two other men, are waiting literally around the corner from the man's front door, waiting for him to emerge so they can get him. He went in with a woman, and they anticipate him coming out red handed.

What they don't anticipate is him running the opposite direction. And everyone's caught so off guard that he gets away. Sherlock, the fastest man on the team (and he's not even on the team) runs after him. John follows behind.

John can see Sherlock, and he can barely see the man ahead. The man jumps up to catch a fire exit, climbing the ladder all the way to the roof. Sherlock quickly follows him up the ladder, and John follows them.

John makes it onto the roof on time to see the man jump and Sherlock lunge to catch him. Why Sherlock caught him, John wonders. John probably would have just shot him a long time ago, but Sherlock would rather be right than the criminal be dead. So Sherlock catches him and holds on tight.

As John approaches, he sees Sherlock trying to pull him up, but he sees the man pull something out of his pocket.

"Sherlock!" John shouts right as the man stabs Sherlock's forearm.

Sherlock hollers in pain. The man pulls the knife out and stabs him again. He does it three times, and finally Sherlock lets go, pulling his arm back and staring at the knife sticking out.

"Oh my god…" John mutters, delicately taking hold of Sherlock's arm. "Don't move it, ok? Just…" John looks the direction they came, "Help!" he calls to the men that were behind him.

The first man approaches them and quickly asks, "Where'd he go?"

John and Sherlock both look down to the ground.

The team member calls over his radio, "We've got a body in the alley over here, and Mr. Holmes has been stabbed."

John breathes deep, trying to soothe himself, and Sherlock calmly stares at the knife.

"It's ok, love, we'll go to the hospital."

"It's not bad, John, I promise."

"Stop looking at it, love, you're going to freak yourself out."

"No," Sherlock snaps, "If I look away it'll hurt. Trust me. I think I can…" Sherlock takes hold of the knife.

"No!" John shouts. "Do not pull it out! You could begin to bleed a lot and I don't want you to…to…"

"Nonsense, John, I'm not going to die. He hit no arteries or veins, he didn't even hit my bone. I'm perfectly—" with that, Sherlock tugs the knife out of his arm and quickly covers his wounds with his thick scarf.

John faints. John, the doctor who has delivered babies, popped bones back into place, stitched many, many areas of the body, oh and has been shot, faints.

John wakes up in a white room. He stares at the ceiling, unblinking, until he hears Sherlock's voice.

"Ahh, there you are, John," Sherlock says.

John's head lolls to the left, where he finally sees Sherlock.

Sherlock's sitting on the other bed in the room getting his arm sown shut.

"I told you he'd come around soon," Sherlock says.

The nurse nods. "Well, I'm almost finished, Mr. Holmes. Then you can get back to your husband."

Sherlock grins and sticks a lollipop back into his mouth. Then he thinks again and pulls it out. "Oh, here," he says, leaning over to grab another lollipop off the bedside table and handing it to John.

"Hey hey!" his nurse shouts. "Don't move, Mr. Holmes!"

Sherlock smiles at her. "Sorry."

John's legs slowly begin to feel solid again and he sits up in the bed. "Oh, what happened?" he asks, rubbing his head.

"We were chasing a murderer, then he jumped off a building, then he stabbed me three times, then I pulled the knife out—"

His nurse interjects, "Which you shouldn't have done—"

"And then you fainted, then I stared at you for a while, then we got to ride in an ambulance together, then we got here, then they ripped my shirt off John, then she started stabbing me again, then they gave me this lollipop." Sherlock happily smiles at the lollipop and stuffs it back into his mouth. Then he pulls it out again. "Look at my tongue John, look at my tongue, look!"

John looks up at Sherlock, then at his nurse. "What did you give him?"

She chuckles. "Paracetamol."

John shakes his head. He hops off his bed and steps over to Sherlock's. he wipes curls out of Sherlock's eyes and kisses his forehead. "You ok, love?"

Sherlock vigorously nods. "This is fun, there was an ambulance, John and a lot of blood it really was a lot and then they gave me this red lollipop did you look at my tongue, John?"

John shakes his head. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Sherlock looks up at John with glossy eyes and smiles. "Did you get your lollipop, John? I told them you like blue so they gave you blue but mine might have chocolate in the middle I'm not sure but I don't want to bite it because that'll hurt my teeth." Sherlock randomly giggles. "That tickles," he says, looking down at the nurse sewing his arm.

She smiles at him. "Almost done, honey."

Sherlock nods. "This is fun, John."

John rubs his head. "Let's not make a habit of it, ok?"

A minute later, Sherlock's all stitched up. "All done, sweetums. Just come back in a week to get them removed. Make sure to keep it clean. Try not to open them up."

John glares at Sherlock. "Please, please try not to open them up, love."

Sherlock nods at both of them, still happily sucking his lollipop.

The nurse says goodbye and gives Sherlock a spare lollipop she had.

"Are you going to eat yours John?"

"Hmm?"

"Your lollipop. Are you going to eat it?"

John picks up his lollipop and gives it to Sherlock. "Have it, love."

"I think I'll start a collection," Sherlock squeals.

John laughs. "How do you feel?"

Sherlock noisily pulls the lollipop out of his mouth. "Perfect. How do you feel? Does your head hurt? You hit it pretty hard. You didn't bleed. I would have panicked had you bled. Remember last week when you got a bloody nose I almost cried John and I don't cry often. I didn't like it because I don't like to see you hurt so I ask again," Sherlock pauses for a breath, "How do you feel?"

John laughs. "I'm fine, love. Are you ready to go?"

Sherlock nods. "Just check my tongue one more time," with that he sticks his tongue out.

John leans forward and captures Sherlock's tongue between his teeth. Sherlock hums in surprise and lets John kiss him.

The next day, when Sherlock is sober, everything is wrong. The bandage around his arm itches. He thinks the stitches are infected (they're not). He's whiny because he knows John will give him whatever he wants. Aaaaand then he begins to pick at the stitches.

"Stop!" John shouts, walking into the living room to see Sherlock attempting to pull a stitch out.

Sherlock instantly stops and stares at John.

"Do not touch those stitches, young man. If I even see you looking at them the wrong way I will beat you into next month. Is that clear?"

Sherlock nods.

"Good," John strokes Sherlock's cheek, bends down and kisses him. "Dinner's almost ready."

Well, right after dinner, Sherlock does pull a stitch out. His wound begins to bleed and John takes him to the hospital.

There, the same nurse gives Sherlock another paracetamol.

Sherlock is very happy to be there.

"Can I have another lollipop?" Sherlock quietly asks, knowing he's in trouble.

"No!" John and the nurse shout.

Sherlock looks up at John with puppy-dog eyes.

"No."

"Please?"

John rolls his eyes and takes a lollipop out of his pocket.

Sherlock happily unwraps it and sticks it in his mouth.

"You're not supposed to reward them for being bad," the nurse says.

"Oh, you've got a four year old?" John jokes.

She laughs. "I was only joking. We're almost done."

"Why didn't we get an ambulance?" Sherlock asks. "Did you get a lollipop? Did you faint again? No you didn't you got us here because I was bleeding but you were scared. I'm sorry John I love you."

John rubs his head. "I love you, too, you gigantic four year old."

Sherlock smiles.

As the nurse it about to leave, John stops her. "Look," he says, "You don't think I could get a prescription for whatever you gave him?"

She smiles. "Just this once, and only because you're also a doctor."

John nods and takes the prescription from her.

To say the least, Sherlock is high until his stitches come out. He's very happy about all of it, but after two days John gets very, very annoyed. Sherlock's just always there near him. All the time.

Over the next week, frequently heard is:

"Sherlock, get out of here, I am peeing."

"Sherlock, I will burn you with this spoon, don't think I won't."

"Sherlock, please stop tickling me, I'm trying to make tea."

"Sherlock, I'm trying to read the paper, please get off my lap."

And finally, "Sherlock, get your hand out of my pants, I need to…I need…ughhhh…nevermind…"

*So StarMaya requested Sherlock in pain and I'm not really sure this is what you want…I can try again and do better I promise…but we got hurt!Sherlock and high!Sherlock so…I think he's a child…a very cute child, but…

*Please keep prompting and reviewing. I really love writing these.