Sherlock sat by John's bed as he lay with his eyes closed. With a small moan, John began to speak
"Sher..."
Lestrade entered the hospital to and glanced at Sherlock. "How is he?"
Sherlock shook his head. "See for yourself."
With a sigh, Lestrade put a hand on his shoulder. "Things could've been a lot worse, Sherlock."
"Oh, yes he could've nearly been hit with a train and have a bloody bullet in his leg," Sherlock spat as he covered his face with his hands.
Lestrade gave a small nod. "Well, I was going to say dead, but I can see that wasn't going to make you feel any better. You'll stay with him, then?"
"All night."
Lestrade turned away and nodded. He left the two men alone and exited the room.
John gave another moan and his face twitched. "Sher...Sherlock..?"
Sherlock gave a small smile. "Stop talking. You need the relax. You're safe now."
Slowly, John's eyes opened. "Sherlock? Moriarty...where..?"
"He's gone. Lestrade has him. He won't escape again, I swear."
"What's the word on...my leg?"
Lowering his eyes, Sherlock hesitated. "I...well, nothing can be said-"
"I'll never walk again, will I?"
Sherlock dared a glance at his friend and sighed. "There's always hope, John. Forgive me for being...sentimental."
Blinking away a few tears, John nodded as he stared at the ceiling. "I never though I'd be lame the rest of my life."
"I'll do whatever it takes to help you," Sherlock said a bit too suddenly.
John stared at him. "What? You'll push my wheelchair around when you get back from solving a crime?"
Sherlock grimaced. "Get back? Will a wheelchair stop you from joining me from the intensity and the fun?"
John began to smirk. "Oh, God, no."
A/N: Thoughts? I think this might be the end! I nay add an epilogue or something but idk, we'll see! Thanks for reading!