Will Broken Bodies Lead to Broken Hearts?

Can't You Stay Out Of Trouble?

A week goes by and Sherlock hasn't been back to see John in the hospital. He's getting discharged today, with no one to pick him up. Which is fine. John is still mad at him after what he'd said when he came to see him last. 'I didn't need rescuing.' Every time he thought back on it, his chest hurt.

A knock at his door, "Mr. Watson?"

"Yes?" He answered, shaking those thoughts from his head.

"I've got your discharge papers here. Is anyone picking you up?" The nurse asks.

"Uh... No. I've ordered a cab... They'll meet me at my flat..." He half lied to her. She didn't even notice as she wrote on her clip board.

"Well, here are your papers. Your free to go. Would you like a wheelchair escort down to the lobby?"

"No, that's alright. Those take to long. I'll just walk." She nodded as he grabbed what few belongings he had with his good arm, (his arm he'd been shot in was in a sling till fully healed). John walked to the elevator, went down to the main floor and out the lobby doors to his waiting taxi.

"Where to sir?" The driver asked.

"The market near Baker St please."

The driver nodded and drove off. John looked out the window while they went, it was a sucky day to be out... it was rainy. Luckily he had been given a rain coat to leave with. He thought it odd, but didn't question it. The driver stopped at the market and

John paid the man before getting out of the car, "Thank you." He walked to a variety of shops to buy fruits, veggies and some meat. He hadn't had a real decent meal in a week and he was hungry.

When he was leaving the last store, the clerk stopped him, "Excuse me, Sir?"

John turned around to her, "Yes?"

"Here, take this! It's pouring and you've got a sling on that poor arm..."

John looked at her, then at the item, "But... Are you sure? What will you use?"

"Oh! It's not mine, it's a lost and found item that's been here for weeks... And I happen to see you in need of one so... Here."

"Oh... Thank you! That's very kind of you!!" John thanked her and left with the umbrella.

John left the building and opened the umbrella. He stepped to the curb, waiting for the light to change.

Lost in though, John didn't notice a familiar figure walk past him from behind. Sherlock didn't want to be noticed by John, but he wanted to make sure he didn't catch cold on his way home at the very least, since he didn't want him picking him up. Seeing he had the coat and umbrella, a sad smile spread across Sherlock's lips and he walked away, letting John arrive home first.
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An hour and a half later, Sherlock walks into the flat.

He walks up the stairs and into the living room, anticipating seeing John in his chair. He's not there. /Hm... Maybe he's in his room?/ Sherlock thought as he ascended the stairs again. He knocked and opened the door, but no John. /Well that's weird... He should have been home by now.../

Sherlock's phone rings downstairs and he rushes to answer it, "Hello?"

"... Sherlock..."

"John!? Where are you!?" Sherlock asked frantic, John didn't sound like himself. There was muffling and static on the other end, "John!? John!!"

"John can't come to the phone right now... However if you want to see him again, you'll come to the community center outside of town. He'll be waiting for you." The voice laughs and hangs up.