The Final Problems of Johnlock

Recovery (or not..)

(John)
I felt tired. I couldn't move. I slowly opened my eyes to see at least 5 doctors huddled around me. They all looked visibly relieved to see me open my eyes. Why was that? What had happened? The last thing I remembered was seeing Mrs. Hudson wish me off as I headed to therapy.

I looked around for a minute more before finally hearing something... someone whispering "it's ok now" and then my eyelids became so heavy, I drifted off again.

(Sherlock)

I heaved a sigh of relief. The doctor had come out of John's room and said that he had stabilized. So many thoughts were whirling through my mind, but mostly, It's all my fault.

I felt awful, so when my brother finally came to check in on me, I didn't yell at him like I normally did. He took this as a sign to come and give me an awkward hug that we both didn't enjoy before he told me,

"Brother dear, I believe that we must leave soon. You should say your goodbyes."

"Oh, sod off Mycroft" I replied wearily. I gazed longingly at the door to John's room before carefully readjusting my facial features to look indifferent before he realized and quickly decided that I had to do this.

"Give me just a minute" I mumbled. Mycroft seemed to understand, so he walked to the door. He gazed back at me, calculating before he strode purposefully out.

I exhaled while rubbing my face slowly. It had been a long few days with no sleep as I waited to ensure that John would be ok. For some reason, I began to feel very anxious to be leaving so soon. I hadn't even talked to John! Of course, I knew that I couldn't, given the circumstances.

Unfortunately, the nurse chose that moment to walk into the waiting room. She whispered "visiting time is almost over", and left. It was very fortunate that Mycroft has managed to get John into the best hospital in the country, otherwise, he probably wouldn't be alive today.

That thought almost paralyzed me, but I managed to relax enough to force myself into an expression of calm before I walked into John's room. My first thought when I saw him was "Oh my god." How could someone this beautiful look like this? The bags under his eyes were so prominent that they looked like he had black eyes. His beard was long and overgrown, which I knew he hated. It was so messy, I thought I saw some bits and pieces of leaves and other similar materials stuck in it from when he fell near my grave. I shuddered. I knew that this was all my fault for leaving him. If I hadn't, or at least if I had explained my plan to him, maybe he wouldn't have gotten into this situation. After all of this, I realized that I hadn't even deduced the nurse that had walked by; that was highly unlike me. It must have been my concern for John.

The door creaked open, and when I turned around, my brother was standing in the door.

"Are you ready yet brother dear?" He seemed hesitant to ask as if he feared my answer. I nodded numbly and began to make my way out the door, and into the room. Just before the door to John's room closed though, I thought I heard something. I desperately turned back to the door, and when I opened it, a small shock went through my body. John was raising his arm in the air, as he whispered something. I didn't know what it was, so I walked closer.

My brother tutted behind me, but I didn't care. I walked until I was right next to John's mouth. I shivered as I thought about some fantasies I'd had while I was "dead". Just then, I heard what John had been calling out in his sleep.

"Sherlock" John had whispered, almost too soft to hear. I could barely contain my sob of joy and sadness as I heard this, so I grabbed John's hand.

"I'm here John. I whispered almost as quietly, so as not to disturb him.

"Stay" was his only response. I quickly looked up at the doorway, to find that Mycroft had already left. I smiled to myself, pleased that Mycroft was letting me stay here. I slowly lowered myself next to him, pulling a chair and laying my head on the bed, while playing with his hair with the hand he wasn't holding.