Okay I admit I cried when I wrote the first part of this chapter... Enjoy please.
"John... Please wake up..." Sherlock whispered from his bed which was next to John's. He looked at his lover and sighed deeply. John had been sleeping he latest two days and Sherlock had just been sitting and waiting for the man to wake up. He couldn't sleep because of all the noises the devices made. He had one linked to his heart while John had a respirator. It scared Sherlock that John couldn't breathe by his own. Sherlock sighed once again and leaned back in the bed. He hadn't heard anything from Mycroft either and it worried him.
"Perhaps Mycroft killed himself..." Sherlock thought anxiously. He knew that when a werewolf lost his mate, he would go insane by sorrow, and in most cases it ended with the werewolf taking his own life since the sorrow over losing his one, true mate was too heavy to live with... But Mycroft hadn't been able to breed, had he? No... If that was the case, then he would be dead already. Sherlock began to gnash his teeth in anxiousness, he wanted John to wake up – to greet him with one of his wonderful smiles, and he wanted Mycroft to text him, but neither of it happened when Sherlock wanted to. Suddenly, a doctor came in the room. Sherlock didn't recognize him. He had thick black glasses and blond short hair.
"Hello there. My name is doctor Fang." mr. Fang said with a nice voice while opening his journal, browsing through it.
"Ah! There you are." he said when he found their notes some other doctor had noted down.
"Severe brain damage... Loss of oxygen... Deep wound in chest..." he murmured when he read through the notes.
When he was finished with his reading, he went to John's bed, checking his devices and John's pulse, then he went over to Sherlock and did the same to him. Sherlock looked at Dr. Fang and asked:
"How is he? Will he wake up soon?"
"He is doing okay, and I think he will wake up soon. The only problem though, is when he wakes up he won't be able to move his legs. He was underwater for too long which resulted in his brain taking too much damage by the lack of oxygen. He won't be able to walk again."
Sherlock's eye widened when he heard the doctors words. His John... His most beloved thing in the whole world wouldn't be able to walk again. Tears formed in Sherlock's eyes as he imagined himself not being able to walk or run – how horrible mustn't it be for John then?
"I will come back later and take another look on you two." Dr. Fang said before leaving the room. Sherlock gritted his teeth in sorrow and let out a low snarl.
"John, oh, my beloved John..." he let the wolf inside him sing out sorrowfully.
After about three hours of Sherlock silently crying for John's unimaginable loss, the army doctors eyelids started fluttering. Sherlock quickly dried off his tears with his arm and let out a gasped "John!"
John turned his head to Sherlock, but his face didn't light up as Sherlock hoped it would.
"J-John? How are you?" Sherlock asked with a thick voice, tears threatening to flow over.
"She...Sherl..." John frowned when the words didn't come out as he wanted them to.
"Yes darling, I'm right here..." Sherlock whispered, reaching out his hand to take John's hand, but John's hand lay still.
"I... My... Mouth... Don't form... Words..." John stuttered, tears of frustration leaking out from his eyes as he tried to speak properly.
"Take it easy, I'm sure you will be able to speak soon, alright?" Sherlock tried to assure him, but somewhere deep inside he knew that John perhaps wouldn't be able to talk properly again...
"Sh...er...lock..." John sobbed out, trying to entangle Sherlock's hand with his, but his hand just flopped like a dead fish when he tried to move it. John's face wrinkled and he bit his lips in frustration when he tried to move his muscles but to no success.
Sherlock tried to get up from the bed but the cord to the heart monitor threatened to snap if he did. He slumped down with an angry growl and slapped the sheets in anger. He turned his head to John.
"I will kill him John. I will kill him! I promise I will avenge you for what he did to you!" he growled, his ears transforming and his face stretching out.
"N... no... Sh... lock... Sta...y... h...er...e..." John begged, looking at him with big, confused and sad eyes. All anger inside Sherlock faded away, it got replaced by unspeakable grief. His transformation retrieved itself. Sherlock twisted himself in the bed and managed to get his bed closer to John's by doing so. He stretched out his hand and took a tight grip of John's now shaking hand.
"I will never let you go..." Sherlock whispered to his whole life's love and kissed his knuckles. John nodded slightly and then he started sobbing out again when he noticed that he couldn't move his legs.
"Please... please don't cry..." Sherlock whispered comfortably, his throat filled with a hard lump. He also was close to crying. He hated to see John like this.
"I... can...'t... speak... nor... legs... move..." John faltered, thousands of tears streaming down his cheeks. Sherlock wanted to jump over to his bed and comfort him, but the damn machine stopped him. He clicked the "nurse button", five minutes later a nurse came in the door. Her name was Sarah – Sherlock could tell by looking at her name tag.
"Yes?" she said, walking to them. "Oh no, you are not allowed to touch each other." she said strictly to them and forced them to be apart.
"No!" Sherlock shrieked out ferociously. "Let me go to him, please!" he shrieked, but Sarah the nurse shook her head.
"No I'm sorry. You can infect each other and John here needs to rest." she said, but Sherlock was not about to give away.
"No! Please! He need me! Don't you see?" he growled, his eye turning amber. Sarah stared at him for a moment, then she closed her mouth and shook her head.
"No. I'm sorry." she said sternly and pushed Sherlock's bed away from John's and draw a curtain between them so they couldn't see each other.
"Pl...pl..e...se..." Sherlock heard John beg, then he heard footsteps which told him Sarah had gone out.
"John..." Sherlock sobbed from the other side of the curtain, feeling his whole being longing for John and his body. He had never wanted to be with someone as much as now.
He could hear every breath John took, he could scent his wonderful smell and hear his heart beating but he couldn't see him. It was torture. Pure torture, especially now when John was in this emotional state.
"John. I will plug out the cord now, I don't care what happens. I want to be with you and I won't let them allow me to be away from you like this." Sherlock said while drying his tears off. John cleared his throat.
"N...n...o..Sher...lock...please...sta...y...wh...ere...you...are..."
"No John. I want to be with you now, you need me. I know that." Sherlock whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks again when he heard how much John struggled with his talking.
"I... know... I need...you... I... want... you... to lie... here... but..." he stopped to catch his breath. "We... can't... dis..obey...the doct...ors... orders..." he stuttered.
"But... but... We need each other!" Sherlock growled, punching his knees in frustration.
"We... do..." John murmured, breathing unsteady breaths. "B..but... just lie... there you are... we... will... see.. each other... soon..." he murmured before suddenly drifting off to sleep.
Sherlock bit his lips in anger, causing them to bleed. As soon as he got out from the hospital, he would kill every single one that came in his and John's way.
Three weeks later, Sherlock and John finally got out from the hospital.
"I will take you up the lift..." Sherlock murmured in John's ear as he rolled John and his wheel-chair into the lift. The lift plinged when they arrived at their destination. Sherlock struggled with opening the door. He went out of the lift and rolled John with him and into their apartment.
"Hello boys, welcome home." Mrs. Hudson greeted them with an embrace in the doorway.
"Thank you dear." Sherlock murmured and hugged her back, John stretched out his arms and she embraced him as well.
"I have prepared some lunch for you if you are hungry." she said, moving out of the way to let Sherlock and John pass through.
"Thank you." Sherlock said and rolled John into the apartment. "Have you heard anything about Moriarty when we were away?" he added and got into the living room with John.
"No. I haven't. The news have been quiet about it." she replied.
"Do you want to lie down in the couch?" Sherlock asked softly to John and John nodded for an answer. Sherlock helped John to stand on two legs, then he lifted him up in his arms and carefully lay him down in the couch. When Sherlock had made John comfortable, John put his hands crossed over his chest with his gaze staring out in thin air. Sherlock felt sadness over seeing his love acting like this twisting around in his stomach. He wanted John to be happy even though he wouldn't be able to walk again.
"I'm always by your side and I will always help you with whatever you need, okay?" Sherlock murmured to John, kissing his forehead before going to the kitchen and warming up some food for them.
"Ah look here Sherlock... Lestrade's obituary notice." Mrs. Hudson said sadly and pointed at a small box in the newspaper.
"Hmm..." Sherlock replied quietly, putting a plate with spaghetti and meat sauce into the microwave.
"His funeral is on Sunday." she added and Sherlock just nodded, he didn't want to talk about it.
"I wonder if Mycroft is going to be there..." he thought, pondering about it for a moment before serving John the food. He helped John to sit up on the couch, then he and John started eating. John was silent during the whole time of the meal and Sherlock was thinking about Moriarty and Mycroft.
"I will kill him..." Sherlock thought when his thoughts went over to Moriarty. His lips curled and he bared his teeth.
"Sher...lock?" John asked quietly when he saw Sherlock's lips curl. Sherlock turned his gaze to John.
"Yes?"
"What are... you... snarling about...?" John asked.
"Moriarty."
"Why?"
"I am going to kill him next time I meet him. I can never forgive him for what he did to you." Sherlock growled.
"Does he... really... deserve... to die...?".
"Deserving and deserving..." Sherlock pondered. "He doesn't deserve to die, I want him to go through the same things as you did, but... I want to kill him. He hurt you so much and I can't allow it."
"Wouldn't... death... be... like... a salvation for... him?" John struggled with his words.
"Sure it would... But he needs to die anyway. He have killed so many innocent people and harming a mate – everything he have done is against the Law and we can't allow him to continue on like this." Sherlock said, looking at John, kissing his forehead and entangling his hand with John's.
"I.. see... Will... I ever... meet... your... pack?" John asked.
"I don't know. Maybe, it depends if you are allowed there or not. I must go there when our... uhm... pup is coming..." said Sherlock a bit embarrassed, feeling his cheeks flush a little.
"Pup?" John asked with a big frown.
"Yes... Well... You see John..." Sherlock started, then he explained everything about his species and how their kind had suffered from sterility in generations until he was born. He also explained the mating thing and how everything had fallen apart when he saw John for the first time and how much John meant to him, that he would do anything for him – even risk his own life. Then he explained, shockingly, that Moriarty was one of the last able breeders, and that was why he had kidnapped John because he was Moriarty's bait for Sherlock to come to him. Moriarty had intended to fight over Sherlock and kill him to be able to be the last available breeder – which he hadn't succeeded with. Yet.
"So... We are... going... to have... a child?" John asked, somewhat troubled.
Sherlock nodded.
"Yes."
"With werewolf abilities? Will he or she be able to transform into... a... werewolf?"
"Yes."
"... Cool..." was the only thing John could say.
"But... how... are you.. able … to be … pregnant?" John asked with a big frown.
"I'm also a werewolf John, it isn't that unbelievable." Sherlock said with a soft smile on his lips and kissed John's knuckles. John, surprisingly, let out a small laughter.
"That... is... true..." he said, blushing a little when Sherlock kissed his knuckles.
"When... is.. your... due... date?" he then asked.
"It is about 6 months left."
"Okay... and how... will the... birth look like?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that yet, since I have never been around when someone have given birth... The only thing I know is that when I feel ready, I need to go to my pack as soon as possible." Sherlock replied, kissing John's cheek.
"Okay..." John said and looked down at Sherlock's belly. Sherlock chuckled.
"You can't see anything yet..." he murmured lovingly.
"Hm..." John said with a shrug and then leaned his head on Sherlock's shoulder.
"I promise I will show you as soon as it has started to grow a little..."
"Thank you..." John said, pleased with the answer and closed his eyes.
"You want to sleep? I can take you to your room if you'd like." Sherlock asked.
"N... no... let me... sleep... here … with you..." John replied and Sherlock nodded.
"As you wish..." he said, kissing John's head before closing his eyes as well.
"Sleep tight." he murmured and he could feel John nodding for an answer.