Chapter 13
He downed the last sip of his third cuppa and headed toward the hospital.
Before John left for the hospital, Mrs. Hudson was informed briefly what had occurred and not to worry about it. John would never lie to the dear sweet landlady, but he couldn't afford her to worry constantly about them. She did that enough already, no need to add any extra.
"Sherlock is resting and would welcome visit tomorrow at the visiting hours. Don't worry he'll be fine", he said with a calmness in his voice still cradling the tear-stained landlady. It shocked him to realise how calm he was able to give the information, but have such a panicked uneasy feeling rising in his stomach at the same time.
"Of all the people in the world to lose their sight it had to be Sherlock. Just wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair, everyone knew that. Why was it so hard to accept though?"
Sherlock never slept unless absolutely necessary. John knew Sherlock wasn't asleep, but still tried to make minimal noise entering the room. He didn't want to disturb Sherlock's mind palace. Having spoken with the doctors again, John understood more of what was to come for the condition and changes that needed to happen. Heaving a soft sigh, John braced himself mentally for the conversation about to take place.
In a forced cheerful tone John dared to speak, "Hey there, Sherlock. How do you feel?"
"Fine." Sherlock hissed in a flat tone.
"Why did I even bother ask?"
Clearly John was exasperated from the answer he heard, but pressed the issue a little more.
As it happened to be, thankfully, Sherlock's bout of fever and loosing unconsciousness was quickly remedied with sufficient nutrients and supplements.
However, that was the lesser of the two evils.
John stared at Sherlock taking note of every subtle expression and movement hoping to gain some insight on Sherlock's feelings of the news.
John noted nothing.
Nothing probably meant Sherlock had a row with it during his absence expressing all possible his thoughts and emotions about the disease, thus felt Nothing now. John knew his mind wasn't as sharp as his companion's when it came to deducing people, but it was clear as day that Nothing meant Everything. No emotions shown about the future condition was a strong indication of an internal battle in Sherlock's mind fighting against the negative feelings it would bring.
"Sherlock will you tell me how you feel? Don't say fine. You have an extensive and elaborate vernacular so pick some other words to describe yourself", John pleaded to his friend
"If you insist on it. You're smart John. Clever actually. Rather clever. As a doctor surely you've heard of this condition before. You think. Do YOU think I'm fine? Did you REALLY have to ask? Have you thought about what happens now?" Sherlock retorted with a bit too much force than he had anticipated. He could see John wince as though being struck with those sharp words.
"Yes, I know the condition and thought about what is to come Sherlock, that's WHY I'm asking how you feel about it. I want to understand and help you. I know you're upset about it. I am too. The hospital is allowing you to return home today on the condition that you return regularly so that they may monitor the condition and treat as necessary." John informed the pouting consulting detective.
Eyeing his flatmate from head to toe sceptically waiting for a setback to what both the hospital and John mandated Sherlock said, "Finally! I can leave this dull and boring place. If I agree to the condition will you promise to let me handle everything the way I want to?"
"If you insist on it Sherlock." John said closing the discussion.
Soon all was back to normal, well, relatively speaking normal with the given circumstances. Sherlock continued his work solving cases with Scotland Yard whilst John blogged about them. John hoped that time would be kind to them, especially for Sherlock's sake and not bring about the horrid reality.
A-N: Short chapter. Sorry, it's bee quite busy with the last of 2013 and the beginning of 2014. Thanks for all your reviews!
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