Sorry it's been awhile and this chapter is so short… Thanks to everyone who has read, followed, favorite, and reviewed the story, it means a lot to me! –B
Surprise didn't come close to describing the look on Sherlock's face as he turned around. John sat at the end of the hall, his hair tousled and his eyes looking somewhat like a lost puppy. He was tied to a chair and only sat silently staring back at Sherlock.
"I'm sorry John, please don't be mad. Can we at least stay friends?" Sherlock almost whispered.
"Friends?" John blurted out in complete and utter surprise.
"Is that too much to ask?" Sherlock whined out.
"After everything you said… you just want to be friends?" John asked, slightly gentler than before.
"I'm not sure I follow," Sherlock said in confusion.
"You confess your love, you risk your life to save me, and you only want to be friends? I think you deserve to be a little bit more than friends." John nearly laughed as he said the last few words.
Sherlock turned around to face Mary, now with a more determined look on his face.
"Un-tie John… please."
"Yeah. You promise though? You promise you'll help me?" Mary asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course I'll help you, I know I can trust you", Sherlock answered in a defiant way.
As Mary untied John he couldn't help but blurt out, "Trust her? Really Sherlock? After all she's done…"
"She saved my life." Sherlock said in a matter of fact way.
"She shot you."
"She called an ambulance."
"I called an ambulance."
"She called first. They wouldn't have been there so fast if you were the first to call."
"How would you know?"
John was barely able to finish his sentence as a group of paramedics rushed into the hallway.
"We were told that someone's been shot", one of the paramedics yelled, out of breath.
"That would be me." Sherlock said, raising his hand as he fell to the ground.
John reached out and caught Sherlock, struggling to hold him up.
"God Sherlock, what were you thinking? Leaving the hospital with a gunshot wound, not very smart…"
Sherlock just grunted as John helped hand him over the paramedics. He fell to the ground and they rushed to place an oxygen mask on his face, his skin turning an alarming shade of white. Soon Sherlock was loaded onto a stretcher and into an ambulance, driving off to the hospital. John and Mary stood in an awkward silence for a few minutes before John finally spoke up.
"I think we have a lot to talk about." He was barely able to talk to her without feeling the need to burst into tears.
"Yeah, we should probably go back to Baker Street, tell Mrs. Hudson everything is okay and then talk."
"You have a lot of explaining and a lot of apologizing", John reminded Mary.
She only winced in response and nodded her head as they left the building and took a silent cab ride back to Baker Street.