John woke up slowly, feeling as if he hadn't really rested. There was too much on his mind, causing anxiety. He stared at the ceiling for a moment when he was finally fully awake, thinking he was alone, until he slowly processed the presence of someone else and turned his head toward the chair.

He wasn't really sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't Sherlock, and definitely not a sleeping Sherlock. At first he felt a sort of calm from looking at him, as his emotions bubbled over and he allowed himself to take in how serene he looked. But it didn't take long for his mind to catch up with his heart, and for him to remember everything about why he's in the hospital and why he's definitely not going to lay there and think about how good Sherlock looked.

He shook his head as the anger started to fill him. What gave Sherlock the right to come in here? What were the nurses thinking? What was Sherlock thinking? John had made it perfectly clear he wanted nothing to do with him and his stupidly perfect self any longer. John glared at the calm figure, now even angry at how peaceful he was. What right did he have to be so calm when everything in John's life was falling apart all around him. He stared at Sherlock for a while longer, now glaring at him, trying to figure out what he wanted to do.

He could call the nurse and make her send him away, or he could yell at Sherlock and make it clear to both Sherlock and the nurses that he was unwelcome. John chose his third option, the one that would allow him to make himself childishly clear, and allow him time to have any conversation with Sherlock right at the moment so it never had to happen again. He sat up a bit, pulled his pillow out from behind him and threw it hard at Sherlock's face. He had to admit it felt good to act so childishly, especially with the way Sherlock jumped, and looked around with slightly wide eyes before focusing on John. Sherlock looked like he was caught between pouting, looking annoyed, and laughing. It was rather an amusing expression, with his lips and eyebrows twitching slightly as they tried to pick an expression.

John forced himself to continue glaring at him. "I don't know what makes you think you can just come in here while I'm sleeping. I thought I made it clear, you're unwelcome. I don't care how long you were out there or how you snuck in here."

Sherlock swallowed thickly, but his expression finally stuck with looking mildly annoyed. "I didn't sneak in." He said simply. "The new nurse let me in. She thinks we're a couple."

John's jaw dropped just a bit, before his mouth shut and then opened and closed a few more times before any words came out. "You let her think… We're not!" He said, speaking a bit louder than needed, and ignoring Sherlock's slight flinch, thinking it was merely the volume of his words that caused it.

"We are not a couple, nor will we ever be a couple. Now get out." He said, trying to keep his breathing normal. "I am also not an experiment." He added, feeling the need to put out such words.

Sherlock nodded slowly, facial expression unreadable now. "I am quite aware of what we are and what we are not." He said, calmly. "But I'm not leaving. Not yet. I have a few things to say and then I'll be gone."

John glared harder. "What if I don't want to listen to you?" He asked harshly, hand moving over to the call button, before his wrist was gripped hard in Sherlock's hand. "You will listen. Because I need you to hear me out. And because as soon as I'm done. I promise I will leave this room and you never have to talk to me again. Unfortunately we go to the same school, so I can't promise you won't ever see me again. But be sure I'll see what I can do about that." Sherlock was rather proud of his ability to remain calm and collected no matter the situation or how hard his heart was throbbing in pain at the thought of John hating him and never seeing him again.

John swallowed, attention grabbed and nodded, slowly pulling his hand back from Sherlock's grip. "Fair enough. Talk so you can leave." He said, quieter than he would have liked.

Sherlock nodded, before reaching down finally to grab John's pillow, handing it back to him without a word. John placed it behind his head sitting up further, and then looked at Sherlock, waiting for him to get on with it.

"Yesterday you spouted a bunch of nonsense. I wanted to clarify, since you were wrong about most of what you said." He started, stopping when John started laughing a bit harshly, causing Sherlock to frown.

"Of course you do. You don't actually care about any of this, merely that I was wrong about something. Well isn't that just great. Good. Alright. Tell me what I missed, so that you can be on your way, happy in your actions to rid the world of some mistaken points."

Sherlock frowned a bit more. "You're wrong there as well, to think I don't care. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. And I feel like somewhere under all your pain and the outer shell you put up especially for me, you know that. I wouldn't waste my time with just anyone John. If I tried to correct everyone I'd never be doing anything else."

John huffed out another laugh. "You don't. I think you're always correcting someone, actually."

Sherlock decided to ignore that comment, knowing he'd never get anything said if he kept rising to John's bait. "You said yesterday. That I met you and then started messing with your mind as your anon. I promise you, I had no idea who you were before I messaged you the first time. If you recall, the first time I met and realized you were bonds-companion, was when you almost ran into me and then took off running. At which point I was already harboring an infatuation of sorts and was not ready to make that clear. I wasn't even certain I would see you again, so I pretended as if I had not met you and did not know we live close. After that we met via Molly. I had no idea you were going to be there. She didn't know you were bonds-companion until after our first official meeting. I'm not entirely sure when Greg found out but it was after Molly, I assure you."

He took a deep breath, glad that John wasn't interrupting, though he seemed a bit stuck at the moment. It was good enough to be going on with. "I'm not exactly sure when my infatuation grew into what I could quite possibly call love…" He ignored the slight spluttering coming from John at this point. "But I can assure you that the only experiment that might have occurred during all of this would have been at the very beginning to see if you were anything like your blog appeared, but once these annoying feelings got in the way, any thoughts of experiments were gone. I apologize for anything you might have gone through. I didn't intend for this to happen."

He paused again, merely to collect himself. "I had no plans as you seemed to assume, of making you gay, though I will admit, that would have been the most satisfactory result, with the way my own feelings have turned out. But obviously, something went wrong from there, but for some reason, sentiment most likely, I cannot regret talking to you over tumblr or meeting you in person. But I do regret ending our acquaintance like this. I apologize for any wrongs I have done. And now I will leave you be." He finished, paused for another moment, watching John's wide eyes and slightly shocked expression, before he stood, nodded at him and left the room quickly before any more sentiment could filter its way into him and cause him to do something stupid like pleading with John to give him another chance.

John stared after Sherlock for a long moment, mind whirring and trying to wrap around everything Sherlock had said. He was still stuck on the word love. Did Sherlock really just say he loved John? That wasn't even possible was it? He could feel his heart pounding almost as if it was in his head. He shook his head to clear it, needing to understand, needing to speak to Sherlock again, needing to know if this was real. But when he finally came back to himself, Sherlock was gone. His eyes widened again and he sat up further. "Sherlock!" He called. Hoping Sherlock had just left and could hear him. But then he realized he had no idea how long he had been sitting there almost in a trance. He got up quickly and pulled all the wires and tubes from himself, wincing a bit at the slight sting, but ignoring the noises alerting the nurses. He limped a bit out of the room again calling out "Sherlock!" But wasn't able to get far before nurses were surrounding him and trying to get him back in the bed.

"I'm fine! Where's Sherlock? He just left. I need him. Where is he?" He almost begged as they pushed and prodded him back to the bed. His main nurse shook her head, "He left a couple of minutes ago. He's probably out of the building. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back to see you." She said overly sweetly, with an exaggerated smile that John didn't pay any attention to.

Finally they got him back in the bed and hooked up again, but John was distracted. He couldn't focus on anything. Sherlock had feelings for him, and John was a prat. That's all he could think about. Sherlock had sat out there, patiently waiting for John to come to his senses, well.. not too patiently since he forced his way into the room eventually. John tried not to think of that as a fond memory. He also tried not to think of it all as if he'd never see Sherlock again. Sherlock had promised he'd do his best so John wouldn't have to see him. But then, sure if John made it clear he wanted to see him, then Sherlock would see him, right?

John chewed his lip a bit, suddenly unsure. He had shoved Sherlock away. Would Sherlock really want to come back? Besides that, what if Sherlock was too good at not seeing John? John made himself calm down and knew that wasn't possible. John knew where Sherlock spent his lunches at school if nothing else. And besides that, John knew where he lived. That was good then. He would get in touch with him. As soon as he was let out of the hospital and got his family situation under control. He worried his lip a bit more before finally letting himself smile just a bit. Sherlock loved him. John was an absolute idiot, but it didn't matter because his feelings were returned. He could handle anything else, surely.