Fluff & Stuff

Wholock

Sherlock shouldered the hospital doors and rushed in, frantically looking for a nurse. A nurse saw Sherlock's distress and hurried to help her. Sherlock grabbed the nurse's arm and pulled her outside, calling the other nurses that came behind her. They all ran to a black car and one of the nurses rolled the strecher quickly. With help of two other nurses, they successfully placed a bloody John on the stretcher. The crew of nurses ran inside, Sherlock hot on their heels. One of the nurses was inspecting John carefully to see the deepness of the wound. Sherlock saw the nurse's face and hurried to fake explanations.

"He was shot on the shoulder twice by a gang in an alleyway." The nurse nodded in understanding. In reality, John had been shot by two men who worked for Moriarty. Moriarty didn't want them hurt but the men shot John anyway, which caused Moriarty to promise he would skin the man who shot him. Apparently he had 'ruined his plan'.

"We need help here!" The nurse called out once we were back inside, doctors rushing over to help. They quickly but carefully placed an unconscious John on a hospital bed and rolled him to the ER. Sherlock tried to enter but was held back by nurses and doctors.

"Ma'm, you can't pass. The doctors will do the best they can." A male nurse said in a soft voice, which reminded Sherlock of John. She looked at him, her eyes teary and then rushed to the waiting room, plopping down on one of the very uncomfortable chairs. She pulled her legs up on the chair and wrapped her arms around them before she buried her face in them. A single tear made a way down her face, followed by another and many more. She wiped them all away and raised her head, her arms still around her legs to keep her warm. She rested her head against the wall and sighed, hearing machines and smelling the chlorine in the air. It sickened her.

Several days passed and she was still awake, the bags under her eyes letting everyone know she had not slept in over 24 hours. The nurses and an old lady a few chairs away were very worried for her but she did not care. She had not received any news from the nurses that John was awake or that the operation was successful and she had sworn she would not sleep until she saw those light green eyes staring back at her.

"Miss Holmes, you need to get some shut-eye. Your friend would not be happy if he saw you in this state." The old lady spoke up from next to her. Sherlock turned her head to the old lady who she had learned her name was Abigail Zimmers. She had told Sherlock she lost her husband to the war and it took her long to recover but she's doing well now. But Sherlock knew she was lying and didn't want to point it out.

"I appreciate your concern but as I have told you before, I'm fine. I won't rest until I see John again." Sherlock said, her voice emotionless. Abigail frowned.

"John?" Abigail asked. Sherlock froze, realizing she had made the mistake of telling the elderly lady her lover's name. "Is he your boyfriend?" Abigail asked curiously, to which Sherlock nodded solemnly. "I'm sure he'll be fine." Abigail smiled.

As if on cue, the male nurse that had told her to not pass before poked her shoulder.

"Miss Holmes?" He said softly. Sherlock turned to him, hope bubbling up inside of her.

"How is he? Did the surgery go well? Is his heart failing? Does he need blood transfusion? I have the same blood type as him so it won't be a prob-"

"Miss Holmes." The nurse tried to interrupt her but to no avail.

"-lem. I'm sure he wouldn't be upset to find out that I was the one who donated the blood for his transfusion. I'm sure he'd actually be quite content with the fact I'm right here. Or will he be angry? It was my fault he was shot after all. Oh God, what if he hates me? I should probably go before he sees me here-"

"Miss Holmes!" The nurse successfully interrupted her. "There is no need to worry. The surgery went well and his vital signs are stable." The nurse said, his soft voice and the news calming Sherlock instantly.

"Can I see him?" Sherlock asked hopefully, not even attempting to hide the emotions in her voice.

The nurse nodded. "Although he is resting, you can still go and see him." Sherlock nodded this time. "But...." The pause made Sherlock's heart speed up and her mind raced, thinking the worst. "We found something unusual."

Sherlock stood up, walking briskly to the room John was staying at. The nurse followed her, his notepad tightly held in his hand. "Dr. John Watson is...extraordinary. When we checked his heart rate-" the nurse breathed, having trouble keeping up with Sherlock's long strides. "-we found...two hearts. Two. Hearts. How crazy is that?!" The nurse laughed.

Sherlock sighed, used to the people's reactions to John's unusual addition. A smile made its way up to her face as she spotted the room several doors away. Her pace picked up but she was stopped by the nurse in front of the room. The smile on her face faded when she saw the nurse's expression. Serious.

"The additional heart is reason to make research on the subject and make tests. We would need donated blood so he does not faint or-" He was interrupted by an angry Sherlock grabbing his collar and pulling him up to her level.

"Listen here, nurse boy. No one is going to run tests on my John. NO ONE! And if I see that any of you assholes try to do 'research' on him without any of our consolations, I will personally kill every single one of your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?" She growled in his face, her nose scrunching up in anger. The nurse nodded, his eyes wide in fear and shock. She pushed him back against the wall with a loud 'thud' and then made her way into the room. Once inside, her breath hitched in her throat.

John laid there, the only thing letting people know he was injured was his bandaged shoulder. His eyes were shut and the heart monitor beeped steadily. Sherlock quietly pulled a chair and sat next to John. She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers with a faint smile. She stared at John for a while before her eyes began to slowly slide shut.

"Sherlock?" She heard a drowsy John say. Sherlock's head snapped up and she blinked quickly.

"John!" Sherlock yelped out and leaped up from her chair, hugging John gently and placing kisses on his forehead and all over his face. John chuckled, grinning during the whole time. "How are you feeling, John? Did they hurt you? How are your hearts?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm fine, Sherlock. My shoulder hurts a bit but I'm great. Both of my hearts are intact, since you were asking." John said as Sherlock sat back in her seat and sighed deeply in relief. John then noticed the bags under Sherlock's eyes and her extreme paleness.

"Sherlock, how much have you slept?" John asked worriedly but she waved him away with her hand.

"Doesn't matter. You're the one who matters right now." Sherlock said with a smile but John only frowned. "Fine. I haven't slept in 84 hours." She sighed.

"Sherlock!" John scolded her and she winced noticeably.

"I couldn't sleep. I swore I wouldn't sleep until I saw those beautiful grayish green eyes again." Sherlock explained, a sad smile forming on her lips. John tried to hide his smile but failed, causing Sherlock to lean forward and place a kiss on his nose.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" John asked innocently.

"But I'm your idiot." Sherlock said before kissing John with a smile.

"Now go to sleep. I don't want you suddenly dropping down unconscious in the middle of a case." John ordered jokingly and Sherlock pouted.

"But I have to shower first."

"Forget about that, just get over here." John said and moved to the side slightly, careful with his shoulder. Sherlock hesitantly climbed into the small hospital bed and laid next to John, the side that didn't have the bad shoulder. John pulled her closer, trying to maintain as much body heat as possible. Sherlock laid her head on John's chest, his hearts beating against her ear in a steady rhythm.

"Do you mind if I take a nap? I mean, I can stay awake if you want." Sherlock offered but John shook his head.

"Sleep, Sherlock."

"Ich liebe dich." Sherlock mumbled tiredly, to which John replied.

"What?"