AN: Yay another chapter! Angsty though.

So for those of you who have emailed being so supportive thanks, my scary time at the doctors is over with a positive result

Lily

'Holmes? Someone with Mr Holmes?'

I jerked myself from my tortured sleep 'Yeah?' I drawled

'Mr Holmes' doctor would like to talk with you, Mr..?'

'Watson. Dr Watson.'

'Certainly Doctor. This way please.' The nurse smiled tightly, turned away and trotted off down the corridor. I wiped my hand across my face, trying to clear the dregs of sleep and staggered after her.

The little puddle of fear at the bottom of my stomach increased tenfold when I saw that she was leading me towards intensive care. And again when I saw the doctor's face. It was grey with worry and had purple bruises under the eyes.

'Dr Watson, I presume?' she asked, yawning 'You are written down as Mr Holmes' emergency contact.' She smiled faintly in response to my look of tired surprise. 'Well, Mr Holmes's condition has stabilised over the past few hours, but obviously he's still in a bad way. We believe his head injury gave him compression, which triggered a stroke a few hours ago. Obviously, we caught it fast and he's been left with very little or no brain damage.' I put my head in my hands and sank into a seat by the door, hands shaking, heart pounding gasping for breath.

'Oh God, oh thank god, I...' The young doctor laid a hand on my shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

'Dr Watson...'

'Yes, I'm sorry, I'm-I'm...' I gasped

'Look, don't worry. Mr Holmes is awake and still alive at the present time.' She smiled at the medical joke 'He has a broken ankle and a minor spinal injury as well as the head injuries, his condition is... bad, but stable. I'm prescribing full bed rest for two weeks plus the bag full of drugs that Nurse Rannet is currently holding. Go in and see him.'

I nodded my head in thanks, but I was far too focused on getting to see Sherlock.

I pushed open the door to his room and stepped through. My heart broke and soared at the same time. I didn't even know that was vaguely possible.

Sherlock moved his eyes to look at me, he was unable to move anything else, due to the brace he was wearing across his neck and back. The oxygen mask was obscuring a lot of his face, but I saw him smile as I walked in.

There was silence for a few moments. 'Hello.' I said awkwardly. The doctor walked in behind me and gently lifted the oxygen mask off his face. Then the most upsetting sight of all. Because of the wounds on his brow and the back of his crown, they'd shaved his head.

'Go ahead.' She said, smiling at him 'You can talk, try it.' As she left, she leant over and whispered 'He should be fine, don't let him get up and if you need a doctor ask for Doctor Lefayte, that's me.' She looked back at Sherlock with a small smile 'I'll leave you two in private.'

I muttered my thanks distractedly, still staring at the prostrate figure of Sherlock in the bed. The door closed with a click and I continued staring at Sherlock, clearing his throat in bed, drinking him in, feeling like I hadn't seen him in months.

My footsteps rang across the plastic floor as I slowly walked to the side of Sherlock's bed. As soon as I came within reach of him, Sherlock grabbed my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles.

'Hello.' He said in a gravelly, obviously little used voice. 'You haven't slept. Stop running your fingers through your hair. It'll start falling out.'

I gave a slight, choked laugh before throwing my arms around him, not caring about the expanse of metal covering his back, forming a barrier between us. I buried my face in his shoulder as his right hand came painfully up to rest on my shoulder, I wasn't crying yet, (I'm actually quite proud of that) So I brought my face up again to look in his eyes, running one finger down his jaw.

'I thought I'd lost you.' I sobbed, finally breaking down.

'So did I.' He replied 'I thought of you when the car hit.'

It was almost certainly the sweetest thing I'd ever heard from Sherlock. I buried my head into his shoulder again and sobbed gently.

'I tell you one thing you stupid, stupid bastard.' I muttered, sniffing softly 'You are never getting into a bloody car again.'

AN: Look! I was nice! I didn't kill him off, you all asked, so come on, review. You know you want to...