Heeey, guys, how's it going? *peers out from behind tree* so I know it's been awhile. I blame college crap. Who knew college applications were so much work? (Apparently everyone except me). Anyway, I'm currently going cross-eyed trying to write this (blasted cold) because I feel kinda bad that I've sorta abandoned everything I'm working on and left y'all to wonder what's happening. So try not to get to frustrated with any spelling mistakes or anything, please. This is unbeta'd. Anywho, hope you like.
John shuffled nervously at the edge of the room. He knew that this was the most important check up. It was his last and he would be assigned his physical therapy. The sling would finally be off, there'd be less of a constant reminder of his wounds. Sherlock would actually be able to look him in The eye again. He had been making more of an effort to avoid John the closer it got for this last appointment. He took a deep breath and walked into the waiting area
Sherlock watched as John steeled himself to go into the waiting room. He shouldn't be there. He should never have had to be there. This was all-
His cell phone rang and he was distracted enough that he actually answered it. "What?" He snapped.
"Honestly, Sherlock," Sherlock didn't need to see Mycroft to know he had a condescending smirk on his face, "Do you honestly believe that man cares for you? You got him shot. It's only a matter of time before he leaves you. Why must you bother with him? He's not worth it."
"Shut up!" Sherlock snarled. John wasn't leaving. He wasn't. He wasn't. He couldn't he said he lobs him. He wouldn't leave, not now. Sherlock still had to make John get better.
"Now, now, Sherlock, you know that's no way to treat your brother. I am your ally. I would never hurt you. I wish only to protect you from that which would harm you. And he will harm you, Sherlock. After all, you broke your promise. What reason could he possibly have for staying?"
Sherlock threw his phone as hard as he could against the side of the wall and ran.
O.o I cannot believe I just did that. I am a horrible person. I...I think I just broke my own heart into tiny little pieces. I'm crying now. *wraps Sherlock in big hug and thousands of cuddles while death glaring at Mycroft.*