Human Error

Just like when we were kids right? Chapter Three

Johns P.O.V

All I could do was stare at him. He sighed and put out his cigarette. He got up, and sauntered up to me. Leaning against the bed he placed a finger under my chin, pushing up my closed mouth.

"You'll catch files you know." He winked then sat in the chair closest to the bed.

"How is your shoulder?" he nodded to my left shoulder, which until that moment didn't hurt but now had a dull ache to it.

"Oh, uh hurting, my damn leg too. What exactly happened again?"

"You were stabbed." He shrugged burning strings on his jeans

"Yes because that a statement someone hears everyday!" I was already annoyed with his nonchalant attitude.

"Well you were beaten up by Sebastian Moran and.." he trailed off looking annoyed, "we dont know who the other person was but they were clearly involved... Sebastian then broke your leg and the other stabbed you.

"I don't understand, Involved?" 

"In lamest terms, their gay."

"Okay,so why come after me?"

"Well, you got in the way of Sebastian's future which was only Rugby considering he was a felon. So naturally he wanted revenge and what girlfriend wouldn't stand up for her man." He smiled as though he made a fantastic joke.

"I was watching from the bleachers and came down to help you as soon as I could. Called EMS, pulled the knife out, stopped the bleeding, set your leg after you passed out and well."

He gestured with his arm around the room " here we are"

"YOU set my leg?"

Sherlock lit another cigarette and took a long drag while looking me in the eyes I felt this weird pang in my chest when he did that, I felt him reading me. I hated when he did that.

Sherlock's P.O.V

John had always loved watching me do it, id tell him things about the teacher or my brother, things I shouldn't know but did and john would laugh and laugh and laugh.

"Are you serious!" john fell off of the bottom bunk onto his back howling like a monkey

Hanging upside down from the top bunk I looked at him confused why would I pretend? What would I gain from that? The truth was all I was looking for, the facts, whether they were discriminating had no effect on me."Yes, john."

"But why, Greg!" john was laughing again.

"I'm sure it has something to do with the way he looks and the fact that he's the only other gay in the class." My brother knew what he was from a very young age. He was now twelve years old and was fully accepting of the fact that woman were not his strong suit.

"Wait until Molly hears!" john was getting up from the floor when I jumped down and stood in front of the door.

"John no, this is a secret." John was no longer smiling and had tears in his eyes, only then did I realize I yelled at him. John was always so sensitive. I never understood it. "John, I'm sorry, you don't understand right now but Mycroft will get hurt if this gets out..."

John nodded and grabbed my hand pulling me to the bed.

"What's going on?"

Excited, confused, hyper, hyPER, HYPER...

That's all I could read. John grabbed my stuffed bee off of my bed and placed it in my hand then put his left on top and held up his right hand.

"I John will never ever ever in a thousand years tell a soul about Mycroft and Greg, and if I do may the monster under the bed take me away forever!" 

John was smiling and so was I. I could of sat there and told him how monsters aren't, real they are a figment of our imagination due to movies or books we read but... I didn't want to ruin it.

"Thank you john."

But this john in the hospital bed was not the John I knew, we no longer knew each other, and we were strangers.

confusion, anxiety, hitched breathing, heart race, fast, pain, Annoyed, Angry

Angry angry angry... Shit . John was staring at me, clearly pissed.

"You used to like when i read people. guess something do change."

"Everything HAS changed Sherlock! I am not that 12 year old anymore! Your not that kid anymore! We are two different people. Why did you save me! To rub it in my face?! To make sure I felt bad, to make sure that I knew I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you..." he grew very quite... " Thank you Sherlock... I... I'm Sorry."

I didn't know he thought so little of himself that he couldn't be saved with out there being a black mail reason behind it. I took one last drag and flicked it into the sink. Standing up I slipped my hands into my pocket and walked to the door.

"I did not save john Watson the rugby star, I saved John Watson the aspiring doctor who skips parties to study for oxford." I took the bee from my pocket and threw it at him; catching it he winced.

" I saved my best friend." With that I walked out.

The air was so cold; it pierced through my coat and bit at my skin. The piercings in my ear and nose started to hurt from the cold. I walked for a few hours before stopping in front of a flat building, it was old and run down and there was graffiti tags everywhere. I walked up those steps and pushed the door open. This was a squatter's house; in exchange for not ratting them out, I had my own room for hard nights when I couldn't face Mycroft.

I slowly made my way down the hall to my room, there were so many strange noises and smells but no one asked any questions. That's not how it worked. My door was hanging from one hinge meaning you had to squeeze through the frame and the door, which was only about 8 inches wide. I made it feel as at home as possible, nothing was dirty and it had a nice rug on the floor. You would think this room belonged to a normal house, not squatters. I threw off my leather jacket and fell onto the mattress.

John, all I could think about was John. God damn it. I can't do this. Not again. Not when I was so close. I looked at my nightstand and breathed deeply. I can't go through that again.

Picking up the syringe I tied above my elbow on my left arm and slip the needle into my vein then, I pushed. I was sent over the edge. My thoughts disappeared and my body felt weightless. I couldn't think anymore couldn't handle everyone around me they were all so stupid all so useless.... All expect one....

John....

Then the darkness came and took over....

I was gone....