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John - Sherlock

I had fallen asleep on the couch at Sherlock and John's flat. I had been helping them on a case, but what I didn't tell them was that I hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Okay, I hadn't gotten any sleep in the past week. I had been asleep for ten hours. I started to wake up.

I sat up on the couch, not even realizing that I had fallen asleep. When I sat up, I noticed Sherlock staring out the window, and John was sitting up in his chair. He must have noticed me sitting up because he got up out of his chair and sat down beside me.

"Are you alright?" John asked.

"Yeah, um" I said before yawning slightly. "I'm okay, just, I guess I was tired. Didn't even notice that I fell asleep."

"You didn't really fall asleep. You practically passed out. When was the last time you slept? Before this time." John asked.

"Two days ago?" I said, hoping he would believe me.

"I don't believe you. What's the truth?" John asked.

"Four days ago" I said, looking down slightly.

"What happened? Do you have insomnia? Is that what it is?" John asked.

"No, it's not that." I said.

"Then what is it?" John asked.

"The anxiety, I think. Paranoia. I have no clue. Maybe I do. I don't know anymore. I'm just scared, all the time. Scared of being alone, and hurt. Everytime I try to go to sleep, I feel like something is bound to harm me." I said.

"So you don't feel safe? Is there any particular reason why you don't?" John asked.

I hadn't told them. Of course I hadn't. There were certain things that I hadn't really told anyone. I didn't want anyone to think I was ridiculous for feeling the way I did. But maybe he would understand, maybe if I said it out loud, it wouldn't seem so ridiculous.

"There was this case I took, maybe a week or two ago. I was helping this woman, her husband had tried to kill her. Unfortunately I was to late in helping her, and he killed her anyway. He said, someday, somehow, when I least expect it, he would come in and kill me too." I said.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" John asked.

"Part of me was saying it seemed ridiculous." I said.

"How on earth does that seem ridiculous? It seems pretty serious to me." John said.

I shrugged my shoulders. He was right, obviously. Once I said it out loud it seemed like a perfectly serious and reasonable reason to be worried.

"I guess you're right." I said.

"You can stay here, until we get him, if that's what you want of course. Maybe it'll help you feel safer." John said.

"I don't have any of my things here." I said.

"If you want, I can come over with you, you can get some stuff, then we can come back. Stay until all of this is sorted out and he's caught." John said.

I nodded my head. "Thanks" I said.

Time skip brought to you by the fact I'm lazyyy <3

John opened the door. I walked inside, carrying my duffle bag, which had clothes and anything absolutely essential that I would need. John walked inside after me and closed the door.

I walked over to the couch and set my bag down. I then sat down on the couch and took off my shoes.

"I do appreciate you letting me stay here. Sherlock didn't say anything, so I assume he doesn't have any objections to the matter." I said.