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Chapter 7
With each passing moment John's patience was thinning out, with the mind of a doctor he imagined every possibility that could have brought Sherlock to such a state, to which, did little to calm his poor frazzled nerves. Pacing the floor frantically and running his hands across his face, he jumped internally at each noise hoping it would the doctors coming to update him in Sherlock's condition.
He understood how hospital functioned, the staff worked hard and was through, but that also meant a lot of time was needed to make it so. He could hear a murmur of urgent voices emanating from Sherlock's room, it only increases his state of worry.
"Sherlock, you better be alright! I will never let this go if you are not! Please. For me, your friend not colleague. Your best friend. Stop this charade! Don't do anything stupid! Stop pulling this trick on me, you said yourself you hardly take ill ever. Why all of a sudden? Why to this degree which lands us in the hospital?" What is wrong with you? What symptoms did I miss, are my observations from a medical standpoint decreasing? he though in his mind burning with fury and concern."
Thanks to Mycroft's hand in the matter the Sherlock had a personal room far from the usual hubbub of commotion. Sherlock hated being in crowded places unless it was absolutely necessary- which usually meant something related to The Work that brought him to the busy streets of London. He normally would stay in the flat or head directly to the Yard via cabby, never by Tube...save for that one instance where he came home bloodied from harpooning a pig.
...well that was tedious...
The ride to the hospital was quite stressful for everyone. Sherlock's vitals kept fluctuating constantly which kept the paramedics and John constantly attentive to all the details, especially to Sherlock's breathing.
"If I ever had to see that sight again, I very well could be next to Sherlock in the back of the ambulance with paramedics hoovering over me too. Out of all the time spent in hospitals and out on the deserts of Afghanistan, a purple-faced Sherlock ranked pretty high on my list of extremely traumatic events. I still don't understand why he lost consciousness. He was responsive when I roused him telling that I was taking him to Saint Bart's. His temperature had climbed despite the medicine I administer for the pain and fever ..."
At long last the doctor came and discussed the circumstances, Sherlock was stable, just exhausted. John rushed into his room and breathed a sigh of relief. Sherlock was alright. He was going to live. Thank God for that!
"Sherlock, how do you feel?", John mustered as cheerful as possible hiding his concern.
"Fine. Perfectly. Fine.", Sherlock slurred and winced slightly at the bright lights flooding into his eyes.
"Really? Fine? Is there any other word you know to describe your state besides 'Fine' because obviously 'Fine' changes meaning far too much. I'll be the judge of exactly how 'fine' you are. Just lay still Sherlock and close your eyes. Care to elaborate this feeling of 'fine'? ", John asked drawing the curtains closed and dimming the lights.
Sherlock crossed his arms and huffed in response, laid there for several minuets with his eyes close before he started to speak, catching John off guard.
"John, why am I here? I take that the doctors have sedated me mildly. My mind is feeling sluggish. I remember you telling me to take some pills and later on I heard a lot of commotion. It was very annoying and difficult for me to concentrate." Sherlock rasped.
Why did Sherlock have to ask this now? I cannot answer it thought it pains for not being able to do so. I want to know what brought us here too.
A-N: Thank you immensely to all my wonderful readers who leave me such lovely you for your patience too. Between this update and the past one has been quite some time. I had several essays to write for my courses and that too time out of writing this story. Thank you for waiting!
I do hope that you gather more from this story than it just being another 'sob story' about Sherlock. Yes it is sad in some parts, but I hope it humours you in others. As always, comments are greatly valued!
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