Hey everyone, well this isn't my best chapter but I didn't want to leave you with sad Sherlock in your heads so I wrote another chapter, I'm not feeling so hot but it looks pretty good. Please review!
Adrian came back a few hours later with a few bags and met John and Sherlock at the front door to hail a cab.
"Where's Carmella?" Adrian asked not seeing the sickly female with them.
"Still lying down," John answered, "You need some help?"
"No, no that's ok, I can handle her." Adrian said and headed upstairs.
Sherlock sat down on the steps with a bit of a sigh; John sat beside him, "Are you ok?" John asked.
"I'm fine." Sherlock said smoothly.
John leaned over and hugged Sherlock, he didn't know why he wanted to, or what made him do it but he hugged the taller. He felt Sherlock tense.
"John?"
"Right sorry." John said and let go, he scooted back with a blush on his cheeks.
He didn't have time to apologize more because Sherlock pulled John back over and squeezed the doctor tightly.
"Sher-"
"Thank you." Sherlock said softly.
John wanted to say more but a loud yelp and thump distracted the two men and they ran up stairs to see Adrian running to the bathroom.
"Adrian! What happened?" John asked looking at the man's right arm.
"That little bitch bit me." He growled and John saw two crescent marks on his right arm that had little tickles of blood leaking out of his flesh.
"Why would she do that?" John asked.
"Because I can walk myself," Carmella emerged from the darkness of Sherlock's room.
"Was that any reason to bite him?" Sherlock asked as Carmella patted her hair down.
"Of course, if I can walk myself why would I want someone to carry me? I told him I could walk and he said he didn't care." Carmella said calmly.
"And you bit me!" Adrian snapped.
"Oh you know I bite, and I threatened you." Carmella said and started to walk only to wobble a little.
Sherlock easily caught her, "Come on, let's call a taxi." He said and led her outside.
"Adrian, you could be infected." John said as the other man cleaned his wound.
"Well she won't be alone then will she?" Adrian said and stormed out of the bathroom without putting on a bandage.
John wanted to speak up but he didn't know what to say, he just let Adrian go. He followed Adrian out and locked up before he left.
Everyone was waiting and Sherlock had hailed a cab which Carmella was already sitting in, looking sicklier than ever. She was taking deep, uneven breathes, could have acting out really took that much out of her? John thought.
They piled in, put their bags in the taxi and arrived at the train station with good time. Adrian, although clearly still upset with Carmella could not very well let the sickly woman fend for herself, helped her to the train. She didn't put up a fight and John missed it, she had become this cocky person in his short time knowing her but he knew that is how she always was. Now…now she was weak and unsteady on her feet. She was really going to die.
The mood on the train wasn't much better, the sun was starting to set and Carmella was leaning against a window, "I love sunsets." She said to the window.
Everyone looked uncomfortable, minus Sherlock, who just sat there looking annoyed. Carmella sat up.
"Come on! Did someone die? What's with the gloom and doom?" she laughed then coughed.
"Car-"Adrian started.
"I can't wait to see the look on Alex's face when she sees me again!" Carmella said and laughed some more.
John and Adrian laughed a little, knowing she was trying to make the best of what she was going through.
"Carmella." Sherlock said shortly, gaining everyone's attention.
"Yeah, what is it?" Carmella asked, looking next to her, where Sherlock was sitting.
"How often did you eat or drink at the lab?" Sherlock asked.
Carmella seemed to ponder, "Once in a while, mostly gum and water though, we're allowed must else."
Sherlock didn't ask anything else, and everyone was left to wonder what was going on inside that brain castle of his.
It was dark when they finally arrived at Baskerville. They stayed in the same inn they had stayed at before, Sherlock and John taking a room and Carmella and Adrian taking the other.
"Sherlock?" John called, pulling on his pajamas as Sherlock was getting in the shower.
"Yes, John." Sherlock answered, the sounds of clothes hitting the floor could be heard.
"You think she'll be ok?"
John waiting for an answer but when he didn't hear anything after awhile he sighed turned off his bedside light and snuggled into bed. He was asleep, but not for long, he heard Sherlock come out of the bath room and sit on the bed. John heard Sherlock sigh and run a hand through his hair, a few water droplets falling and landing on John himself.
"I don't know." Sherlock said aloud, John wasn't sure if he knew he was awake or not.
Sherlock got under the blankets; he turned off the light and faced John's back. He slid his arms around John and pulled him in, causing the doctor to blush.
"I just don't know." Sherlock breathed, and John felt warm water fall on his neck he was sure didn't come from Sherlock's shower.
The morning came and John was still in Sherlock's grip. He rolled gently to face Sherlock, this poor sad man; he denied having friends for so long now suddenly this girl from his past was dying.
What can I do to help you Sherlock?
John just wanted to fall back to sleep, to not worry about his feelings for Sherlock, to not worry about Carmella's dismal health.
"John, I don't think you should sleep anymore." Sherlock said and instead of being upset like the last time Sherlock had done this he just nodded.
"Yeah, your right."
Sherlock let go over John and both men got out of bed and prepared for the day. Just as John was getting in the shower there was a knock at the door, and knowing Sherlock wouldn't get it he went to the door.
"Expecting me where you?" Adrian said with a smirk.
John was tempted to slam the door on the red pajama pants clad doctor but he thought better of it, "What can I do for you doctor?"
"Well…" Adrian said looking down John's body with only a robe on and a towel in hand.
Sherlock came just into view for Adrian, sitting on the bed and pulling a brush through his dark hair.
"Car is gonna stay here." Adrian said making eye contact with Sherlock.
John turned to look but Sherlock had gotten up and headed towards the bathroom.
"Um, ok, is she going to be alright by herself?" John asked.
"Most likely, I won't stay with you too long so I can come check on her." Adrian said and patted John's shoulder, "I'm going back now." He said and headed down the hall.
John sighed and went back inside to take a shower, Sherlock was already dressed, "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Out," Sherlock said simply, "Be back." He said and then was gone.
John wanted to ask but figured Sherlock would just push the question off anyway. John headed into the shower to get ready for the trip into the lab later.