A/N sorry this has taken forever to post, School started and my summer has been busier than I expected. Chapter 5 just needs to be edited and then I'll post it! Anyways, enjoy!
John opened his eyes slowly, he could feel Sherlock breathing evenly against him. It was the last week of midterm finals and they had both exempted their tests for that day. John smiled, if he had to choose how he wanted to wake up every day, this would be it.
Sherlock yawned, he could hear John's steadily pumping heart next to his ear and smell him everywhere. He smiled and stretched himself out, peeking out through the sheets at John's face. Sherlock looked at John's smiling face and kissed him lightly.
John chuckled. "Someone's feeling adventurous today." John mumbled.
Sherlock smirked, wincing as it pulled at the damaged flesh. "Maybe just a bit more confident." He saw John look down and his smile wavered. Damn Sherlock thought to himself, you freak. Why would anyone want you.
Sherlock pulled away from John slightly. "I'm sorry I didn't mean t-" Sherlock started before John silenced him with a kiss.
"Shut up." John whispered, pulling Sherlock closer. "I'm just worried about you." He sighed, willing Sherlock to understand. "You don't have to apologize for anything. Honestly Sherlock, if it wasn't for those assholes that hurt you, this would probably be the best day of my life."
Sherlock looked away from John's eyes. "I'm S-"
"No, don't." John pressed his forehead to Sherlock's. "Please, I don't care what they say about you. I don't care what they do to me. All of it is worth it if it means I can spend time with you. You're worth everything Sherlock. Don't sell yourself short."
The two stayed in bed for a long time, comfortable just being in silence with each other. After a little while, John shifted and sat up.
"Sherlock." He hummed, looking down at his friend. "We need to talk to the dean, soon. It's already noon."
Sherlock groaned, wrapping himself in the blankets. "Why."
"We talked about this Sherlock." John pulled at the blankets. "You need to turn them in."
"What if nothing happens?"
"I'll be with you till the end, Sherlock. They don't matter anymore." John tugged at the blankets again, pulling them off of Sherlock.
"Okay." Sherlock whispered, pushing himself off the bed. He cringed as his aching muscles stretched. "Do you promise?"
"Of course Sherlock." John brushed some stray hairs away from his face. "I'm going to get you some new clothes and then we can go to the Dean together. Alright?"
Sherlock nodded reluctantly. He would never tell John, but he was absolutely terrified. The dean wasn't the problem, it was James. He had tried this before, somehow they knew and stopped him before he could step out the door.
"Sherlock." John set the clothes on the side of the bed. "Are you okay?"
Sherlock nodded slowly, taking the clothes. "I'll be fine John. I'm just a bit lost in thought."
John eyed Sherlock suspiciously. "Get changed, I'll wait." He smiled softly at Sherlock, kissing his curls. "I won't leave you, I promise." John whispered before moving across the small room and turning his back.
Sherlock changed as quickly as he could, but his numerous injuries made that difficult. After a few minutes of struggling to button his borrowed shirt. His fingers were clumsy and his arms were shaking. The cold last night had really sapped his energy.
He sat down on John's bed, defeated. "John." Sherlock whispered. He hated this, everything about this. The weakness and the feeling of defeat.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" John was concerned but he didn't want to risk making Sherlock uncomfortable.
Sherlock shook his head. "No, not really." Everything hurt, he just wanted it to stop.
John could hear the emotions in his voice and abandoned all previous worries. He moved quickly to Sherlock's side. "Hey, It's gonna be okay. I promise, I'm not going to leave you Sherlock. I'm never going to stop caring about you."
Sherlock shook his head and pulled away from John. "Don't you get it? I'm a disaster." He spat, looking sadly at John. "I can't even button my shirt for christ's sake! You have better things to do with your time." Sherlock pulled farther away as he felt John get closer. "Just-" He sighed and shook his head.
John slid off the bed and finished buttoning Sherlock's shirt for him. "You're not a disaster." John whispered calmly, moving to sit next to him again. "This is a low point for you Sherlock, a bad day. But the bad doesn't define us, and neither does the good. It's your actions and they way you respond to these times that make you, you." John put his hand on Sherlock's knee. "We're all broken. None of us are perfect, I can guarantee that, but you are worth my time. Sherlock Holmes, you are worth everything to me." He stared at Sherlock, feeling a deep ache in his chest.
Sherlock just shook his head. "I appreciate it, I really do John, but I just can't see it." He shook his head. "I've been through too much to see any good here. Everything is awful and I just want it to stop."
John took Sherlock's face in his hand, turning it to look at him. He moved forward slowly and kissed Sherlock carefully. He pulled back slightly and smiled. "Everything?" He whispered.
Sherlock looked away and smiled softly. He wiped gently at his eyes, careful for the bruises and torn skin. "Thank you." He whispered.
John smiled softly and stood. "Come on, we've got to talk to the dean."
Sherlock nodded and followed John. The two left the the dorm hall hand in hand, ignoring the looks of others around them.