Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter six
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
12 days ago 0615morning
The first thing Sherlock noticed was the soft beeping of the monitors. The smell of disinfectant was the next. Hospital, he deduced. He heard the sound of light snoring; he knew that sound anywhere, John. Since John only snored when he was excessively tire, Sherlock determined he had been in the hospital for several days.
Sherlock ventured to open his eyes only to be rewarded with a spinning room. He closed them again breathing as deeply as obviously broken ribs would allow. He steeled himself and tried again more slowly. This time when he opened his eyes the room did not tilt or spin.
Sherlock heave a sigh of relief.
He looked over to where John was folded into the chair. Although he would not admit it aloud, he took comfort in the fact that John was there. He studied him briefly. He then looked at his surroundings while mentally cataloging his injuries. His body felt like lead and his throat like it was stuffed with cotton. He looked at the bedside table and saw a cup. He reached for it.
Pain exploded in every part of his body. He could not stop the moan that escaped pass his lips.
John jerked from his sleep. He blinked a few times and instantly processed the sound; Sherlock was moaning. John immediately looked at Sherlock and found gray-blue eyes staring back at him. John smiled despite the circumstances, relief washing over him as he made his way to his friend. He felt guilty for falling asleep but pushed the sensation aside.
Sherlock tried to speak but coughed. John hurriedly got him water. John held the cup to Sherlock's mouth since Sherlock's trembling hands could not hold the cup unassisted. He drank a few gulps greedily and then nodded to John, satisfied. He tried again. "Call… Mycroft."
"Well, good morning to you too," John smiled before continuing. "Take it easy. You have been in and out for five days…"
Sherlock weakly held John's arm and his eyes pierced John's. "Now… John." The urgency in Sherlock's voice stopped John. John nodded curtly. He swallowed hard against the realization that only one thing would resurrect Sherlock to his brother; Imminent danger.
There was something big being played out behind the scenes and Sherlock thought only Mycroft would be able to deal with it.
"I'm listening," John said.
John carefully listened to the numbers given and Sherlock's instructions. This phone number was not familiar to John.
When Sherlock realized John would follow his request, he relaxed and melted into the bed. Sherlock closed his eyes and tried to quiet the loud noises in his mind. Sherlock knew he would need all his strength to deal with Mycroft.
John pulled out his phone and began.
"Hello… um… Mycroft…"