The waiting room was rather quiet at this time of day, thankfully. It reminded me of being at work in the surgery but I didn't want to really think about any of that right now the main focus was the man who was sitting right next to me, one who was about to find out if he had completely recovered – of course he had, I bloody knew it and so did he but orders were orders and all he had to do was get over this final hurdle, have the scan, wait for the results to see if any other damage occurred to the brain at the result of his fall and then head home and hopefully continue with his life just like he used too, it would also be good for me too ( if the results were great ) I could finally get on with my life again and live it happily alongside Sherlock.

Sherlock's nerves were growing more and more rapidly with each passing second: yes, he tried to hide it but he couldn't, not from me anyway – I was so used to this man that I knew exactly what he was like and could almost figure out what he was thinking, I daren't bloody ask if he was okay though, not now. I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the nurses and doctors who were walking by not to mention the other handful of people who were sat just a few steps away from us, they were nice enough though and by this time I was praying that he would keep his mouth shut just for a few more moments , I couldn't be dealing with any of the deductions today, especially since the other patients consisted of an elderly couple and a mum with her baby who looked about two, a man and his son, a teenager sat on her own and another old lady who was sat in the corner – I wasn't in the mood to fight with anybody or have to profusely apologize a million times because of Sherlock's actions, not now.

"Mr Holmes?" The nurse called, stepping out of her room with a small smile on her face, recognising the detective almost instantly as soon as her eyes scanned across the room and that was when we both knew that there was no other way around this – he had to go in. I stood first, dragging the detective up a little bit and then clenched my fists down by my side – nervously, following Sherlock into the room a few moments later and then took a seat well away from them both but remained close enough, so I could hear what the discussion was.

"So, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Jones said that you are making a remarkable recovery." She stated, picking up a clipboard and looking through his notes.

"How very nice of him to notice..." Sherlock responded in a sarcastic manner, rolling his eyes as he sat back in the chair to watch the nurse, I could tell that he didn't want to be here but after the stern talking too that I gave him yesterday he was refraining the urge to get up and walk out of the room, it didn't take much but a look for me to get him to sit still – finally he did and soon enough he found himself in the x-ray room ready to go. The machine started to beep and make several noises as it scanned through his brain, I had to sit in the other room along with the doctor, nurse and the radiologist, not that I was really meant to be in there, but Sherlock was insistent on keeping me in it was the only way that the people would get any sort of co-operation out of him. The scan lasted for a good twenty minutes and I could see the images of his brain on the computer in front of me being aware that none of it looked damaged or swollen so that was a good sign, but I was only an army doctor and these things were almost foreign to me. I wasn't qualified to do any of this however if these people knew what they were doing then it wouldn't bother me as much.

The scan soon finished, myself along with Sherlock got escorted out of the x-ray room and back into the waiting area, where we once again took a seat: the two options were to wait for the results for a maximum of a week or have them fast tracked and get them within ten minutes – we opted for the second choice even though there would probably be a charge but not that it mattered since it was to do with Sherlock's health – there was no price on his wellbeing that was for sure. I could honestly say that they were the longest ten minutes of our lives, Sherlock was getting restless, I had to play father figure and keep him from misbehaving and keep an eye out on the doctors at the same time, the same nurse called us back into the room and sat us down – with another guy who appeared to look familiar to the radiographer. This was the moment of truth.

"Sorry, could you tell us please?" I asked, staring at him solemnly. My patience was wearing thin, I knew he had a job to do but even, so my nerves and anticipation were getting the better of me and making my anger loom over me like some sickening shadow. The anticipation was killing us all, we needed to know.

"Yes…" He stated a few seconds after my question, holding the scan upto the light and narrowing his blue eyes, I could see what he was thinking. It was bad surely, it had to be. Nobody pulls that face for no reason. I closed my eyes and waited for the news, Sherlock was brain damaged, I bloody knew he was. I needed to hear the words from him though, it wouldn't be official until he told us. Christ, even Sherlock was getting nervous.
"Well it looks to me as tho you have made a speedy recovery Mr. Holmes and there appears to be no further damage to your brain. The amnesia has been confirmed to have cleared up from the test that my colleague ran on you several days ago and you are right as rain again."

Thank Christ.

Bloody hell.

Relieved was an understatement and it wasn't until I found myself hugging the dude that I broke, emotionally. So many feelings had been pent up and hidden and it seemed that they were making their way out, I soon gained composure and smiled to Sherlock who was adjusting himself in the corner of the room, admiring himself in the small mirror above the doctor's desk. He then noticed me and turned to smile back, rather charmingly.

God no what was I saying? He's my friend, my best-friend and that's all he will ever be, I can't let my emotions run away with me too much – yes, he was out of the woods, but Sherlock didn't really appreciate people being all sentimental and gooey, so I was trying my best to keep strong, for his sake.

"Thankyou, really. Thanks for everything." I stated to the doctor, exiting the room with the detective and out into the fresh air. Still not quite believing that he was better – it was time for the ridiculing and other horrible things to begin – although I should say the fun, I missed it. God, I missed it so much and now everything could get back to normal, the way they had been before all of this happened.

"So.."

I cleared my throat, feeling like I had just coughed up a huge burden, the tension lifting from my body.
"Umm, what now? Do you want to go home?"

"No, I want to go and visit Mycroft. I have a little favour to ask of him."
"It better not be anything to do with borrowing his ID badge, we all know what happened the last time you did that, it didn't end well for either of us, especially me. You weren't the one who got the entire lecture from your big brother."

"You got a lecture from Mycroft?"

"Yes, I did tell you that."

"No, you didn't."

"I did, Sherlock."

"No matter come now John. We have business to attend. Pull up your phone, access the blog and make sure there are some interesting cases coming through, you did announce that it was all back up and running, didn't you?"

"Of course, I did."

I pulled out my phone and quickly scrolled through the blog, raising a brow at the endless number of queries that were coming through.

"This one-"

"NO! I am not dealing with a glow in the dark animal again, find something else. Wait, this one looks interesting, John. Call Lestrade. In the meantime, we will need Mycroft's assistance. Come along."

He summoned a taxi, getting in it after it pulled up.

"The game is on."

I smiled happily, getting in beside him.

This would be a breeze. This case. We had after-all gotten through the hardest one over the past month. We could do anything, my best friend could do anything. The incredible man that is known as Sherlock Holmes.