Once making it past reception and finding out his location, Greg raced to John's room without any delay. He arrived to see John lying in bed with his left arm in a cast and his right hand covering his face. Having just run down the hallway, he was a bit out of breath, which was what alerted John to his presence.
"Greg?" John asked, slowly turning his head in that direction, but knowing immediately who it was.
"I'm here now" he said in between breaths. He watched as a sort of shocked look passed over John's face before he relaxed into a watery smile.
"Yes, you are. Uh, thanks for that. H-How did you know about...?"
"Mycroft called me. Said there had been an accident. Are you all right? The baby?"
Ignoring the name Mycroft for just a second, John sighed and sat up a bit more in his bed. "I'm fine and so are the babies."
"Babies? Plural?"
"Yeah, I never mentioned it? Sorry. Well, anyway, I got back from the shops and found that my place was broken into. Just as I was about to call the police, I noticed that there was still someone there. As I went for my pistol, one of them caught me off guard and tried to bean me over the head with something."
"One of them? How many were there?!"
"...Two. Before I knew it, my training kicked in and I started to fight back. As I was struggling with the first one, the other comes up behind me. I swung my arm around and slammed it against his jaw, breaking it and my arm, apparently. So when I turned back to the first one, I had time to aim my pistol between his eyes. He starts blubbering about how he 'don't want no trouble or nuffin'."
"John..." Greg said sympathetically. As John was telling the story, his face was white as a sheet. He didn't sound as afraid as he looked. He and Sherlock have probably dealt with worse in their time, but he didn't have Sherlock there anymore. No one was there...He should have been there.
"Well, I suppose because I dialed the police, they came anyway by tracking the GPS in my phone. That must be how Mycroft found out and told you." John deduced.
"Are you all right?" Greg asked once more.
"I said I'm fine, I mean, it happens every day doesn't it? Happens every day..." John said, his voice trailing off at the end.
"But you could have been..."
"I know!" he snapped. "I know that. I could have been killed or lost the babies and I'm lucky to walk away with just a couple fractures in my arm." He paused and then raggedly looked at Greg once more.
"Exactly! Why couldn't you just have left and just called the police? You're not in any condition to be playing the hero, right now!"
"I know..."
"No! You don't! When I heard that there had been an accident, I didn't know what to expect, but all of it was bad. But now that I've heard what happened, I'm furious."
"Excuse me?! Furious for what? Me defending myself?"
"In a situation that you didn't have to! You played with not only your life, but your children's lives!"
"I didn't know that they were still there until I was attacked! You think I wanted for any of this to happen?!"
"No, but..you said that you realized someone was still there and then you went for your pistol! Why don't you get it? Had you died, you would have left me in a situation similar to the one Sherlock left you in!"
"Don't you dare equate that to this! He jumped from that building. What I did was in self-preservation..."
"AFTER you had gotten yourself into the situation. Why? Because you weren't thinking. This wouldn't have happened if you had just..." Greg sighed and ran his hands through his silver hair. "Look, I'm just...You know how I feel about you. You said that the reason we couldn't be together was because you couldn't stand to lose me...I don't want to lose you either."
There was a beat of silence. Suddenly, John spoke again. "You know, I was thinking of you while it was happening..." he whispered. "The first name that came to my mind when I began to panic was yours. Once I'd gotten here and everything calmed down, I thought back on that. I immediately felt guilty because I was so in love with Sherlock. I never thought I'd feel this way about someone so soon. Then, I got angry. He chose to jump from that building. He chose to end his life and apparently, I wasn't a good enough reason to stop him, so that love may have been more one-sided than I realized. Don't get me wrong. I miss the bastard, but it was you I wanted to be there...he's gone now, and I can't bring him back."
Greg slowly closed the distance between the two and put one arm around the doctor. "Then let me be there, because I promise you, it's exactly where I want to be as well." He then softly kissed John and John readily returned it.