Even with your sleeves pulled down, he continues staring at your arm. You fear looking into his eyes, so you keep your head fixed on the ground and try to clean up the mess you made. After you put the pillows next to a pile of blankets on the sofa, Sherlock kneels still on the floor and stares holes in the ground. He looks adorable and kinda scary at the same time, his black hair is a mess of curls, pointing in every direction. His red skinny lips quiver lightly and his usually pale skin color turned even whiter. You shyly go to him, sit down next to Sherlock and carefully shuffle closer to him. You feel your cuts burning from to many movements, but you can't bring yourself to care. The only thing you care for is the obviously destroyed man next to you on the cool floor. You wanna say something, but before you manage to open your mouth, Sherlock stands up. He's starting shivering because he's still only wearing boxer, that show him off breathtakingly. You quickly stand up and grab for a blanket, from the pile on the couch, to put it around him. You again close the distance between you and him, as you put a fluffy blanket over his shoulders and try to warm him up. You want to leave him alone again, as he seems not to be in the mood to be around anyone, but when you are about to leave, he grips your arm to keep you from walking away. Sherlock turns you around so you have to face him, you still try to avoid his glare but you just can't stand it and give in by looking into the most beautiful and hurt eyes you've ever seen. You immediately feel bad for being the reason behind his sadness. Blue oceans of fear and worry look at you, it feels like with his look only, he can see your deepest fears and greatest wishes. A lonely and silent tear falls slowly down his cheeks, leaving only a wet and salty mark behind. He pulls you closer to him and hugs you to his chest. An unfamiliar but very nice feeling reaches your heart. It warms you up from the inside out. You try to remember when the last time was someone hugged you like that, you don't remember. You press yourself closer to his chest and Sherlock tightens his grip around your waist. Your tiny hands clinch to his back and you bury your head in his chest, Sherlock's head resting on top of yours. The two of you just stand there, pressed against each others body, searching for comfort and reassurance, for at least fifteen minutes.

You slowly pull away and step back, just to look into his clear blue eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears. He smiles at you, a smile that speaks more than a thousand words. The smile shows understanding, comfort and ,not even in the slightest, contempt. You look at him and can't help but smile back, the dimple on your right cheek shows and your brown eyes let a single tear rush down your cheeks. You just stare at each other, what feels like hours, but only could have been seconds as Sherlock opens his mouth to say something:" I am aware of the fact, that you don't want to talk about what you did to yourself, but you have to tell me. I now you think you don't need help, but believe me you do and I'm here to help you"

" I know that I need help. I know that I am crazy but you can't save me!No one can!" you nearly yell at him, till you remind yourself that John's still sleeping.

He just stares at you and then nods before he raises his voice, to speak again:"Don't you understand that I just want to help you? Is it so difficult for your small mind to get that I do care for you?"

You just stare at him in disbelieve not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented. You decide for the latter and tears fall down your cheeks as you realize that he actually cares for you, that Sherlock Holmes wants you to be OK.

Sherlock frowns as he sees you smiling, he fears that he has gone to far by calling you "small minded", anyway he walks towards you and gently brushes the tears away with his thumbs. You don't back away you just let him take care of you, he cups your face to look into your eyes, you close your eyes and let yourself drown in the feeling of being taken care of.

"I'm sorry", you whisper

"It's alright", Sherlock says,"everything's going to be alright. Promise!"

For the first time in your life you actually believe those overused words and feel safe.

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