John pov

John came to realization that Sherlock was hurt, badly. He quickly carried Sherlock inside and began patching him up.

John spent half an hour treating the wound. He never knew he would be so worried about this man who have cause misery to so many of people.

Sherlock was still asleep when John was done. He looked different, a good different. He didn't look so angry and cold, but mostly he didn't look sad. In the past, he had seen Sherlock looked depressed, but he just assumed he lost his lunch money or something. Nothing of importance. Now, he was starting to wonder if there was more to it.

Sherlock's eyes began to flutter open, he was still pale but at least had a bit of colour to his cheeks now. He looked around confused.

"John? What are you doing here? What happened?"

"You're in my living room. You arrived at my front door with a huge gash on your arm Sherlock! Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I just spent the last hour treating that horrific wound of yours, I think you owe an explanation."

"I got in a fight."

"Come on Sherlock we both know that's not true."

Sherlock looked away. John could've sworn there was tears in his eyes. He heard Sherlock sigh as he leaned back into the couch.

"And why should I tell you."

"Because I want to help you."

Sherlock chuckled with no humour, "who paid you to say that? I know hate me."

"I don't hate you, not anymore. You're actually quite alright on occasions."

Sherlock pov

Even though it wasn't a proper compliment, Sherlock was still flattered. John looked genuine when he said what he did.

"Well, where should I begin? Um,my family have never been the greatest but it was not the worst either, that is until last year. My mum past away. My father was devastated, he turned to drinking. After a couple weeks he became a full-on alcoholic. He became aggressive towards me and my brother, Mycroft. But he was lucky because he was able to leave, he go to university. Meanwhile I was still stuck at home with an abusive father. He hates me, he blames me for everything, including my mum's death and my brother leaving home. He said I brought shame upon the family being the freak that I am. Tonight, he was just a little extra angry and you saw the damage."

John stared at Sherlock in awe. Sherlock is expecting John to run away any second, thinking that he had scared him, maybe even disgusted him. But John was full of surprises and pulled Sherlock into a hug. He tensed at the connection but slowly eased, knowing he is safe. "It's okay Sherlock, everything is going to be fine now."