Pity me not because of the light of day

At close of day no longer walks the sky;

Pity me not for beauties passed away

From field and thicket as year goes by;

Pity me not the waning of the moon,

Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,

Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,

And you no longer look with love on me.

This have I known always; love is no more

Than the wide blossom which the wind assails;

Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,

Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn

What the swift mind beholds at ever turn.

- Edna Millay

He must have been imagining things, he didn't want her to see him like this, strung out and nearly dead. Though he heard her voice reading something, assuming by the rhymes it was more likely a poem. After all, she did say she had a knack for English. As he slowly came to his senses, he could hear the beeping of a heart monitor and knew. He wasn't in his dorm nor her house nor his flat with Victor. He was in the hospital.

The nightmare he didn't want to believe ended up being reality and he felt groggy as hell, tears rolling down slowly as he kept in his sobs, not wanting to be heard. He looked to the right and saw her, her blonde hair falling over her face and shoulder as she slept. William was never more in love with someone as he was now. She stayed by his side and was more likely the one who- she was his emergency contact and this was, indeed, an emergency. He couldn't believe the risks she took to help him, the freak of the campus and the junkie chem major he knew he was. After all he did just overdose a second time.

The chem major didn't want to wake the woman beside his bed so he just looked back up at the ceiling, trying to distract himself from the memories returning from the night prior.

Rough hands pulled on Sherlock as he struggled against them. He could hear the chuckles from Victor a few feet away and knew that it was Haven who was trying to grab him. Having known what both men could do, Sherlock gave in and felt the sedative get inserted in his arm.

He awoke to being tied to Victor's bed, at least ten needles beside him and knew what was going to happen. He looked around the room and spotted the two men, smirking at the chem major.

"How cute, virgin looks like Sleeping Beauty... Only a drugged up version." Haven sneered, watching the dealer from the corner of his eye and waited for the signal to insert the first needle.

Sherlock looked to Victor with a wary expression, his icy eyes pleading the dealer not to give what ever signal it was that Haven was awaiting. Victor looked to Haven with a smirk and soon the sensation of a needle into his skin and hissed, fighting against it, tears in his eyes.

"I-It's o-over…" He murmured, looking to his boyfriend and then to Haven. "I don't want to be with you ever aga-"

He was cut off by a punch to the gut from Victor, crying out from the pain before feeling another needle press into his skin Sherlock began to sob softly, whimpering incoherently as he looked between the two.

"L-Liz… Please… Just please, let me see her one last time…" Sherlock whimpered, fighting against his restraints. "I want her, I want my Watson…"

Haven smirked and straddled the chemistry major. "You ain't getting her… Seems like you're stuck with this Watson." He sneered, stabbing a third and then a fourth needle into Sherlock's arms. He looked between the men, his face wide with shock as Haven's words sunk in before feeling another pair of needles sink into his skin and the drowsy and darkness surrounding him took over.

It was some ungodly hour that her phone began to buzz, vibrating against the night stand. Elizabeth groaned as she reached out for her phone, not even bothering to check the time as she did so. Blinking a few times she noticed an unknown number light up her screen.. Quickly she hit the answer button and placed her mobile to her ear despite the fact her brain didn't register the number.

"Hello?" Elizabeth's voice was low and heavy from sleep as she sat up and rested against the headboard in an attempt to wake up, wincing as a rather large bruise came into contact with a part of the design that popped out.

"Elizabeth Watson?" A Female voice, soft yet urgent, asked from the other end of the line,

"This is she" The nursing student replied as she closed her eyes, for a moment.

"My Name is Jackie and I am a Nurse at St. Bartholomew's, I am sorry to call you at such a late hour, however you are the emergency contact for a William Holmes." It seemed as if the bottom of the world just fell out from under her, any traces of sleep that she had been fighting were now eradicated as she sat there in the dark, her pulse racing as fast as her mind.

"He was brought in tonight…." Elizabeth didn't even allow the nurse to finish her sentence before replying.

"I will be right there." The nursing student hung up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, making her way to her dresser before pulling out jeans and a hoodie, which she managed to shimmy into without falling over. Quickly she grabbed her orange backpack and her wallet before slipping out of her bedroom, slinking down the hallway and making her exit through the front door.

A Sharp pain was shooting through her back as she slowly woke, she couldn't remember where she was until she heard a soft whimper coming from somewhere besides her. Quickly Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as she sat up in the hard plastic chair besides the bed.

"William?" She asked softly as she leaned forward slightly, placing her hand on the mattress.

He looked to the nursing student as she said his name. The first thing out his mouth was out of his control and he needed the answer. "Who is Haven to you?" He whimpered, tears slowly rolling down his sickly thin cheeks.

She froze and as her eyes travelled to his face. "Haven?" She asked as if she needed to clarify the name she had heard. "Haven…is…. some sad fucker that I have the unfortunate opportunity to be related to, in other words he is my sad excuse of an older brother."

"And he is the best client Vic has..." Sherlock added with a solemn expression. "He also helped with this evening."

Elizabeth slowly moved from the chair to the empty space on the mattress at his side, the confusion she had about his question was slowly giving away to anger that made her blood boil. "H-he did this…. that fucker did this to you?" There was no hiding the hatred in her voice as she spoke. "That Bastard hurt you…"

Sherlock gave a shrug, looking at Liz as though it was nothing new. "Not as bad as the last time I overdosed." He murmured, looking away from her. He paused and looked down. "What exactly did they tell you?" He asked with a small smile. "Did they even say anything?"

Elizabeth just stared at him for a moment, the look on her face was unreadable. "They didn't tell me anything, but... I snatched your chart and I read it. I-I'm sorry...but I wanted to know, I wanted to know why someone I cared for was hospitalized"

Sherlock looked to her, shocked that she said she cared for him. "No you don't..." He shook his head. "Nobody cares for me."

"Last time I checked, someone did, and they are sitting right here on your bedside, they get out of bed at ungodly hours to go and be with you because you are hurt" Elizabeth stated as she looked at him "Okay? I care for you, if I didn't I wouldn't be here"

The chem major nodded and looked down, tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but found that nothing would come out. He pressed his lips together and shook his head once more as he heard the buzzing of his mobile a few feet away on his bedside table. "If that's not my parents, it's probably the uni saying I lost my chance to return and complete my degree."

"This was not your fault" The nursing student stated as she looked at his mobile. "This was not your fault, it is rather hard to shoot up if you are tied up" Her eyes flicking down to the bandages around his wrist. "I will vouch for you, if I must"

Sherlock shook his head. "I don't think they'll take anyone's word. It's best I rather give up and let Victor win. Though I am now homeless and a college dropout." He looked to her with defeat and reached for his mobile, wincing at the pain that shot through his entire body. "Fuck..." He hissed, falling back onto the bed, his hand taking hers in his. He squeezed hard as he waited for the pain to die down, tears in his eyes.

Elizabeth squeezed his hand, bringing her free one up to gently cup the side of his face, "Your mobile can wait, finding out if you have been suspended or kicked out or whatever can wait." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "But I think I can get you one last chance... if you want it at the University, I know the resident they assigned you to, they favored him when he was a student.."

Sherlock looked to Elizabeth with a raised eyebrow. "Tutoring you was my last chance. You were my hope of staying in uni and I let things get too personal and like always I ended up being the fucking junkie everyone knows me as." He cried, shaking his head.

"William, this is not your fault. Your overdose was not your fault, I can see that and I know you were trying to stay clean." Elizabeth stated as she wiped away the tears on his face. "I will try and fix this, convince them and If I have to, then I will quit my program with the University because I can't complete it without you there."

Sherlock looked at her in shock, his mouth partially open at her words. He shook his head, knowing that she was lying to him out of sympathy or just something. But even his thoughts were leading him against that. Like she said earlier, she wouldn't have been here if she didn't care and she certainly would've switched tutors if she couldn't handle what he had thrown her way in the previous sessions, well session. Sherlock looked to Elizabeth with a sad smile. "I would love to have you help me." He murmured, avoiding her gaze.

Elizabeth gave him a small smile, her finger gently rubbing a circle on the back of his hand. "It may take a little time, but by the time the doctor says you can go back to class, you will." Once more she leaned in carefully, trusting her movement forward, her eyes closed as she did so.

Sherlock looked up at her as she went to kiss his forehead, feeling her lips fall against his mouth instead, a small gasp escaping the chemistry major. He pulled away and looked away from her, a slight flush to his entire body as though he was blushing. He looked briefly to Elizabeth and turned a darker shade of scarlet, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "My blush is not adorable, shut it."

Elizabeth's eyes flew open as she felt her face grow warm and red. She had not expected him to move nor had she expected to kiss him, that is what she got for having her eyes closed. If they had been open, she could have caught herself. "That is not what I was going to say" she muttered as she looked away. "I was going to apologize for kissing you... it wasn't exactly proper..."

Sherlock looked at her with a raised eyebrow, still a nice shade of scarlet. "Elizabeth, it's fine. If anything, that kiss seemed to…" He trailed off, looking away from her. "I said nothing…"

Elizabeth let go of his hand and stood, making her way over to the window a few feet away from his bed. "I-I am so very sorry if I made this awkward for you... I can leave if you would like.. I would understand" she stated as she looked out to the street below, willing the blush that covered her face and neck to vanish.

"Don't leave!" He said instantly, sitting up as fast as his body would allow. "I mean, please… Stay, Elizabeth. You're more welcomed here than anyone else." He looked down, a shy smile on his face as he looked to the nursing student. "You've been the most helpful out of everyone else in my life."

Elizabeth turned to look at him, catching the shy smile on his battered face. She sighed, her shoulders sagged a bit as the tension she didn't realize she had left her body. "I will stay" she said softly as she moved back to his bedside. "Now please lay back down? All of your sudden movements are just going to put you in more pain, and that is the last thing I want" She gazed at him, his battered body still holding the red tint much like her face, but she didn't comment on it as she eased her way back into the hard plastic chair next to his bed.

Sherlock looked to Elizabeth with a soft smile, patting the spot beside him on his bed. "Elizabeth, I don't mind if you come and sit with me…" He murmured, looking into her blue eyes. "I just, I would like your comfort… It's...It's okay if you don't want to… I mean, I am used to it." The chemistry major shook his head and looked away, folding his hands together and on top of his lap. "Ignore me… It must be my mind and thoughts getting carried away."

The nursing student sighed as she shook her head before moving back to the mattress, her hand covering his. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, anyone else would have probably kicked me out by now… especially if they knew I read their chart, and I knew what happened to them…" Elizabeth sighed as she looked down at the mattress. "Haven't you figured it out by now? that I am not like everyone else? or has this been going on long enough that this… being alone is all you know?"

Sherlock looked as though she just said what he was about to, that all he knew was loneliness and solitude. He let out a sigh before just giving Elizabeth a soft nod, avoiding her gaze. "Essentially, yes. I have been alone all the way through my education experience.. Minus the four years that my mother homeschooled my siblings and I." He paused, looking at her to see her reaction. "The closest thing I have had for a friend, or what I believed to be a friend was Victor… But it seems that as you continuously say to me, it's not… It wasn't even a relationship."

She looked up at him, and stayed quiet for a few moments, her hand still resting on top of his. "I am surprised you even listen to me" the nursing student said quietly. "But I have seen the same relationships as I grew up… All of Haven's relationships were the same way, but none of them ever listened to me, I was too young and too stupid supposedly" Almost the same thing you said to me when you first tutored me she added in her mind.

Sherlock looked to her with a sad smile and nodded. "Your words reminded me of something my older sister would've said and she… She's the reason I even decided to pursue my whole major in chemistry and the forensic science field… Even just the sciences…" He looked to the nursing student and fell silent, avoiding her gaze.

Elizabeth looked at him for a moment before she slowly stood up, the look of hurt and disappointment that flashed across his bruised face did not go unnoticed by the nursing student. She bit her lip as she slipped back onto his mattress so she they were sitting side by side. She took his hand again. "You can lean on me… we all need someone to lean on sometimes." She said softly

"Do you mean both literally and metaphorically?" He murmured before noticing the stitch lines on her forehead, and froze. His eyes carefully scanning the even stitch work that was nearly hidden by a few strands of her hair. Slowly the Chemistry Major brought his arm up, wincing as he did so, and brushed the stray hairs away. "W-What happened?"

"It is nothing" She murmured as she looked down at her hands, she didn't want him to see her stitches or any trace that she had been hurt. That is what she wanted to avoid, he needed to focus on healing himself, not feeling guilty because she had been severely punished for sneaking back into the house.

"W-Was this because of me?" He asked as he gently trailed his fingers under the neat stitch work

"No" Elizabeth answered as she shook her head gently and looked up at him, "This was not because of you, so get that notion out of our head, this was not your fault." Her eyes trained on his face for a moment, his eyes telling her he didn't believe what she had said for a second. He knew this was because she had snuck out, but she didn't blame him. Sighing she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his brow.

"Get some sleep William, I will be here to look after you" Elizabeth said after awhile, his hand still grasping hers as he gingerly leaned back against the pillows she too was leaning against. She didn't even say anything as his head rested on her shoulder as he closed his eyes.