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2 – The man on the floor

"Wakey, wakey, Johnny boy!" Harry half yelled while entering her living room with a mug of black coffee in her hand "Time to let me sit on my couch!"

"Oh Harry how thoughtful you can be." John mumbled face on the pillow.

"Yeah I know, it will be the death of me, hurry up now, I left you hot water, at least I think I did, go to the shower and then go home."

"Are you expecting someone?"

"Yes and she's already on her way" Harry smiled.

"It's half past seven..."

"Yeah I know but morning quickies are the best."

"All right, shower then go, I don't want to hear more..." John rolled out of the bed.

Half an hour later he was walking on the street still not sure of what to do or where to go. Being a coward wouldn't help, going home without knowing what to say to his roommate wouldn't help either. He stopped to buy a large coffee to go and decided to walk his way home.

Sherlock, yesterday you attacked me and...

Sherlock, if you ever do this again I...

Sherlock, whatever you may say I won't...

Sherlock, I'm attracted to women!

Sherlock, even if you're really handsome, I'm not attracted to you...

Sherlock I'm sorry but...

"Sherlock?" John opened the sitting room's door and found the place empty. He was about to go up in his room to change his clothes when he saw a human shape on the rug in front of the couch. "Sherlock!" He shouted before striding across the room and kneeling next to the brown haired man "What happened, Sherlock?" He put his hand on the detective's cheek, he was breathing normally and wasn't bleeding "Sherlock? Sherlock wake up!" John took the detective's pulse, which was a little slow but okay. He looked around, no medicine and, thank God, no needle.

"Hmmm..." Sherlock moaned.

"Sherlock, it's okay. I'm here. What happened?"

"Dizzy..." The brown haired man mumbled.

"Can you sit?"

"No..."

"All right, help me please, I'm going to lift you to the couch."

Sherlock didn't help and let John do all the work. When he finally laid on his back on the sofa he lazily opened his eyes and watched John's face in silence.

"What happened?" The doctor asked.

"Forgot...to...eat" Sherlock said and John sighed.

"How long?"

"Four"

"Four days?"

"Yes"

"God Sherlock, how can you forget to eat? I'm going to heat you something, soup, and don't make a face!" John went to the kitchen, he found canned soup in the cupboard, put some on a mug and heat it in the microwave. He put two slices of bread in the toaster. Sherlock watched him come back with the toasts on a plate and the mug full of soup. John helped the detective siting up and gave him the mug.

"Drink, it's not too hot, I'm going to make tea, you're dehydrated too."

"No please, stay."

"It's okay, I'm just going to the kitchen."

John made tea for the both of them and came back to the siting room. He sat on a chair and sip his tea in silence watching Sherlock drink and eat.

"Did you sleep last night?"

"No"

"Okay, you finish your...breakfast, and you go to bed."

"Don't want."

"Yeah like you didn't want to eat and look at you. I'm a doctor, you do as I say, and I don't take 'no' for an answer"

"All right...need a long sleep...I want to go in my bedroom, you help?"

"Sherlock..." John looked at the brown haired man trying to decipher if it was a trap of some sort but he looked so genuinely weak that he decided to help him go to his bedroom "Okay, do you feel better already?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Good," the doctor got up and came closer to the sofa "I'm going to put my arm around your waist, and help you stand. Is it okay for you?"

Sherlock nodded again.

John leaned closer to the brown haired man and slid his hand on his back until he reached his waist. He took hold of it and pulled the man to him. He tried not to think of the proximity of the man who told him he wanted rough sex with him just a few hours ago and tried to act like the doctor he was. Sherlock put his bare feet on the floor and looked at John to give him the signal he was ready to stand up. John pulled once more, harder this time and Sherlock got on his feet, he lost his balance and grabbed John's waist to steady himself. Their eyes met and suddenly John thought he's been really trapped but Sherlock let go of John's waist and took a step in the hall's direction. It took them several minutes to cross the hall but they managed to reach Sherlock's bedroom's door without damage. When he put his hand on the doorknob, John realised he's never been into Sherlock's room before. The detective didn't use it much since sleeping wasn't one of his favourite past time and he only took naps on the sofa from time to time. John imagined the place full of random objects, books and God knows what other things. John was right. Sherlock's room was a real mess and the bed hasn't been done (why? He never used it) but the sheets were clean (of course). John helped Sherlock sit then lie on the bed and tucked him up like a child.

"Thank you..." The baritone said.

"I'm going to put tea and water on your bedside table, please drink, and I'm going to see if there are cakes or sugary things in the kitchen, please eat too"

Sherlock looked at John as he came out of the room and sighed.

When John came back ten minutes later with a tray full of cup, glass and chocolate covered digestive cookies, Sherlock was asleep. John put noiselessly the tray on the bedside table and looked at the brown mass of curly hair spread on the pillow, the eyelids covering those strange blue grey eyes and the full mouth so feminine. Yes he was beautiful. John shook his head and went out of the room.

Sherlock never eat or sleep when he is on a case but he hasn't been called for more than a week now, he should at least have eaten if not have spent a long night sleep on the couch. Why did he fast like that?

John sat on the couch and turned on the TV but barely watched the morning show it was tuned on. He was worrying about Sherlock. After an hour during which he stayed perfectly still he decided to take a look at the brown haired man. Just a peak through his half open door, just to be sure he was all right.

Hand on the doorknob, John hesitated, what was he about to do and why was he about to do it. Was it just to satisfy his curiosity – about what? - or was it the doctor inside him who was speaking? Suddenly a noise made him stop hesitate, a moan, as if someone inside was in pain. John opened the door and rushed inside the room.

"Sherlock?"

The detective was curled in a foetal position, arms tightly crossed on his chest. He was still asleep his back to the door, he was shaking. He moaned soundly. John crossed the room and sat on the bed's edge and put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.

"Sherlock are you all right?"

"Don't...please...don't go..." The man groaned in his sleep and John realised he was having a nightmare.

"Sherlock, wake up please." He said calmly.

"Don't go...John!" Suddenly the brown haired man opened his eyes wide and John felt his own body stiffen. Silence fell and for a moment nobody moved then John seemed to notice his hand was still on Sherlock's shoulder and he removed it slowly. The detective was staring at the opposite wall.

"Sorry, Sherlock, I...I didn't mean to wake you but..." John coughed "but you were having a bad dream, I heard you from outside." He coughed again.

Sherlock didn't move or speak. John got up.

"I'm letting you go back to sleep." The doctor said cowardly as he awkwardly walked backward to the door. After a minute the room fell silent again and Sherlock let the tears he was holding roll across his nose and cheeks and fall on the pillow.

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tbc

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A word for my dear british readers :
I will be in London for a few days in July (somewhere around the 20th).

Maybe we can have a pint somewhere.

Private messages are welcome.

Hope to read/see you soon!