As Sherlock rose from unconsciousness, he slowly became aware of an irritating beeping sound echoing in the room. He was at the hospital then. The next thing he became aware of someone leaning on his bed. So, he had been there long enough for someone to be sleeping by his bedside. Sherlock fought to open his heavy eyelids. The door gently opened, and the person next to him sat up quickly.
"Ah, sorry detective." John's voice said. He sounded tired, exhausted even, Sherlock noted. His hearing greyed out for a few moments. By the time his hearing fully came back, John had joined Lestrade in standing next to his bedside. He was aware of someone else in the room as well, but he couldn't quite distinguish who it was.
"So, you do care." Lestrade chuckled, closing the door behind him. His footsteps came closer to the bed. "Why hasn't he woken up, John? It's been weeks!" Lestrade's voice muddled through Sherlock's hazy mind. Weeks? Sherlock would have frowned if he were conscious.
"He's been through a reasonable amount of trauma. Since this is Sherlock we are talking about, I wouldn't be surprised if he were solving the case in his mind." John snorted, though his voice betrayed his concern. His mind slowly climbed through the fog as he opened his eyes. The light blinded him, and he quickly closed his eyes once more. None of the visitors noticed the detective was fully conscious.
"Or I could have just simply been unconscious." Sherlock responded; his voice cracked from disuse. Lestrade and John jumped, not expecting the detective to wake up. As Sherlock took a deep breath through his nose he froze; the scents were overwhelming. He could smell each person in the room along with their clothing. He snapped his eyes open, wanting to confirm his suspicions. His eyes immediately watered at the bright fluorescent lights. Once his eyes adjusted, he marveled at the detail at which he could see. He smirked, this was such a gift! Oh, how he could use this for cases! He was lost in thought as John spoke up.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked, concerned by the devilish smile on the detective's face. Lestrade laughed; he clearly thought it was the drug's influence. Sherlock's eyes met the other person. Ah, so it had been Mary.
"He's on the good stuff isn't he?" Lestrade chuckled once more before checking his watch. "Well I was going to question him about what happened, but I think it can wait until he's fully lucid, yeah? I'll be down at the yard if you need me." With that, he left the room. Mary grinned at John before pecking a kiss on his lips.
"I'll get us a cuppa." She winked at John and exited the room. John sternly glared at him.
"Sherlock, I know you aren't on anything serious; I looked at your charts. What were you smiling at?" John asked, his face still showing his concern for his friend.
"I met our suspect last night." Sherlock smirked once more.
"What suspect?" John questioned; alarmed.
"I didn't tell you? I thought I did. I guess I didn't say it aloud." Sherlock shrugged, wincing at the aching muscles.
"You must have forgotten to say something, because I don't remember you saying anything about chasing after a suspect." John remarked, but let the subject drop. "So what happened last night?" the doctor leaned in, a curious gleam in his eyes. Sherlock pretended to think for a second, but he already had his excuse lined up in his head.
"I followed the suspect, Nick. I cornered him, but I don't remember much after that." He frowned, pretending as though he was upset. Though it was quite the opposite; he loved his gift he had been given.
"You shouldn't have gone alone." John said, clenching his fists. Sherlock silently apologized for what he was about to do.
"With recent events, I thought you wouldn't want to be involved in my work or anything to do with me." Sherlock did his best to look pathetic, and he was surprised to find what he said was true. The tension became stronger in John's hands before he sagged in defeat and guilt.
"I would have come if you had just asked." John whispered gently before leaving the room. The detective sighed, leaning back and bringing his hands to rest on his lips. Yes, he regretted his decision greatly.
Sorry it's such a short chapter. I also am sorry about how much time is between uploads. I'm working on trying to finish out my bachelor's degree in psychology. I will upload when I have time, even if it is a year later.
Let me know if you would like to see anything in the story! Thank you for reading.