Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

Leverage

I watched Sherlock stir in his sleep. He mumbled little things here and there but was mostly quite and unmoving. John and Mary are snuggled together on the chair to my left. They were peacefully asleep.

I waited for them to wake and the questions to be asked. I wondered how much they knew or if just the government knew about the leverage.

      I preferred to tell them on my own time. They would find out one way or another. I just wanted it to be from me instead of a piece of scrap paper they found in a cell in a cellular.

     I sighed and turned onto my side. I looked out the window longingly and closed my eyes. His leverage. It wasn't something I enjoyed thinking about. It wasn't something I wanted to think about. Period. I didn't get a choice anymore. I thought I would be able to avoid talking about it for a little while longer. I was wrong.

     I nurse knocked on the door waking John and Sherlock who both sat up groggily. She walked over to me ignoring the two boys whos attention was now on me. I opened my eyes when she tapped my shoulder. She told me to lie on my back and put my right arm up.

     I did as I was told and looked at the ceiling instead of making eye contact with anyone. Sherlock took notice immediately but stayed seated. The nurse gave me a glowing review and told me I could get out of here in a few days if I was lucky. That wasn't happening. I was leaving tonight, with or without her or the doctors permission.

     She left the room and Mycroft walked back in giving her a nod before closing the door behind him. I looked back out the window while Mycroft and Sherlock began talking amongst them selves.  The sky was an orange color in the sun set. Birds flew past the window in a formation that I didn't understand. I squeezed my hand when I heard my name mentioned.

    Everyone took notice of that action when the heart monitor beeped to let them know my heart rate was accelerating. Their conversation ceased immediately. Sherlock stood and made his way over to the bed.

     Mycroft, John, and Mary left the room to give us a moment. I didn't understand nor did I care why. I just wanted to close my eyes and never let them open again. I didn't want to talk to anyone and I think he knew that.

     "You don't have to speak. Jim, his- his leverage. I'm so sorry." I let a tear fall down my cheek at his words. I felt his hand against my face brushing the tear away as he began to speak again. "Mycroft has people looking for them. They will be found. I can promise you that. We will get them back to you."

     "How can you make that promise?" I opened my red, puffy eyes to look at him. He looked disheveled. He smelled like death. He really hasn't left my side in those three days in which I had been asleep and dead.

     "I don't know. I just....I just want you to be okay." He admitted. I think not only to me but also himself. His eyes closed tightly and he removed his hand from my cheek. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. His pulse was racing. His face flushed. He kneeled next to the bed and put my hands in his holding them against his face.

     "Sherlock...." I whispered. His face was cool against my touch. His eyes fluttered to me in a pained expression. He was hurting. He was hurting because of me. His face put all of his emotions forward in this moment. I didn't know what else to do. I leaned into him placing my forehead against his and took in his scent.

     "(Y/N)...." He whispered my name back to me. His voice cracked and a tear spilled from his eye. I choked on a sob when I felt my hand become wet with his tears. In this moment I knew he was here for me. Through thick and thin. I wanted him here with me. I didn't realize how close we really were until this moment.

    I pulled his face into mine and kissed him softly. It was salty and sweet. Our tears blending between our lips. Our binging's melded into one. I felt more in this moment than I ever did with Jim. His touch brought me bliss and his kiss brought me euphoria.

     His hand traveled down my side brushing my wound. I gasped in pain pulling away from the kiss. "I'm so sorry. My god. I'm sorry." I chuckled at his apologies.

     "Shush. It's okay. I'm alright. I want to get out of here though." I said sitting up fully and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

     "You're clothed were covered in blood so John brought others. I hope its okay." It was a pair of sweat paints and a sweatshirt. It was more than okay. It was what I really needed and wanted at this moment. I sighed in relief and slipped out of my dressing gown. Sherlock helped me with the clothes and kissed my neck gently.

     "As much as I am enjoying this. I want to go home." I whispered to him as his arms slid around my waist protectively. He sighed and held my arm up. It was horrible to walk.

My stitches pulled and tugged in my skin. I cried out on pain after the first step. I landed in Sherlock's arms as he held onto me. He yelled for John to bring a wheel chair to the room.

Moments later one was rolled in with John pushing it. He smiled sadly at me and I looked away as Sherlock set me in the chair. A brief exchange was noted between Sherlock and John by myself before Sherlock began to push me out of the room towards the exit.

AN-
Hey hunny bunnies!!!
Not me legit writing this in my pool. I have no life. Someone help me.