Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 15

Johns POV 
Watching him lying in that bed, not moving like he's dead, it's all too familiar. I rang Mary and she arrived here, shouting at me and Sherlock, but mainly me.
J- do we really need to do this now?
M- I knew letting him going with you two would be a bad idea! Letting him work with murderers at such a young age!-
S- it might do him good actually, learn him the tricks of the trade, how it works, this is just the beginning
I glared at him and he awkwardly coughed and smiled. Mary started to cry and ran towards his room. I followed her in the room.
M- Hamish my poor darling
S- he wouldn't appreciate that you know-
J- Sherlock, get out!
He shuffled out of the room rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath.
M- how can you cope with him, he's so inconsiderate
J- you don't know him like me and Hamish do
M- well maybe if you both stopped going off with him and we had a day out as a family then maybe I would get to know him
I saw some curls and a face pop their head around the doorframe.
S- why are you arguing when your soon could be dead and not actually knocked out like you think-
Mary let out a wail and I walked towards Sherlock, he removed his head from the doorframe and looked at me when I came out.
S- how are you feeling?
J- how do you think I'm feeling Sherlock!? You've just proclaimed my son as dead and now asking me if I'm okay? Mary is screaming and Hamish is barely breathing! How do you think I feel?!
S- I think it's best if you calm down-
J- CALM DOWN!? CALM DOWN? ARE YOU SERIOUS!
I soon quietened down though when other patients families glared at me and nurses turned my way.
S- see, do you at least feel a little better?
I glared at him and turned back into the room.

Exactly a week later, Hamish is still knocked out. A coma, Zachary injected him with enough drugs to knock him out for a long period of time. Mary visits every other day, even though I think she should visit more. My life was taking a turn for the better, and now it's even worse. What if Hamish dies?
S- John?
I hadn't left the hospital, and neither had Sherlock, he only left to get us both several changes of clothes because he thought we'd be there for a while, that just made me feel a whole lot worse. But we both stay every night, Mrs Hudson stayed one night. She told me to go home and get some rest, the both of us, but I wasn't having any of it, I wanted to be here when he woke up. The only thing that made me feel some what happy, was that Sherlock never left my side. I'd been pretty harsh on him for the first few days. Asking him the obvious questions;
J- why didn't you just let the police guys handcuff him and then let him explain?
J- why did you not protect him and make sure he stood back if you're so clever and knew where the man was going to move?
I blamed him for it, but now I realise how wrong it was of me, because it was partly my fault too.
S- John? Hello?
J- sorry what?
S- you keep zoning out, are you okay?
J- I'm sorry
S- what for?
J- for blaming you-
S- you've said sorry for that a million times now John, it's fine, it partly was my fault-
J- no it wasn't, I was wrong to accuse you
H- it's nice to see you two getting along so well
I jumped up out of my seat and ran over to his bedside.
J- Hamish!
I cuddled into his side and nurses flooded the room. He was in tests for the rest of the day, they told me he could be released late tomorrow, he seems to be doing fine. I rang Mary, Mrs Hudson, Greg, Molly and even Mycroft, even though he didn't seem that bothered. Hamish was clearly bored, he kept sighing and moving.
J- stop it, you'll set something off
That made him to fold his arms, glaring at me.
H- is that it then for the case? It's solved
J- sometimes they aren't that easy
S- they're always easy John
H- isn't that a bit boring?
J- he only had one match and that was Moriarty-
H- and thats the person he pretended to kill himself and hurt you for
J- Hamish
S- no it's fine, its true. Although I did defeat Moriarty in the end so he was never really my match-
J- he always had you stumped!
S- no he didn't I solved all his little puzzles
J- I saved you from that cabbie, you wouldn't of got out if it wasn't for me
S- I also saved you from Moriarty and Magnussen-
H- okay, okay you both saved each other. Well done, I'm proud of you both, really I am, but I've got a banging headache from all these meds in my body, can you please just be quiet!
I sighed.
J- you're right I'm sorry. It wasn't very mature of us
He nodded and shut his eyes. Sherlock was looking at me and when I turned to him, he turned away quickly, where was he? In high school? I didn't really know what was going on between Sherlock and I. While we stayed at the hospital, Sherlock had cuddled me, and it felt right, but also very, very weird. Sherlock Holmes kissing me, cuddling me? I would never have dreamed of it. Everytime I wanted to talk to him, something came up. I watched him looking at me again and smiled when he turned away just as fast, he was a delight to watch.

It's a few days later, back at Baker Street, everyone is around to come and see Hamish. Sherlock clearly hated it, even though he was trying to be nice. We'd ordered pizza, which Sherlock thought was absurd, but he let it happen, just because Hamish wanted it. Maybe Sherlock Holmes did have emotions after all. When the last guest had finally cleared out, which was Mrs Hudson, Hamish went to bed and I sat in my chair, opposite Sherlock, ready to have the talk that I was dreading. I was about to get his attention when is phone made a noise. He completely ignored it, carried on staring into space. After a few more sounds, I got up and reached for his phone.
J- Sherlock
He sighed and took the phone from my hand. The screen was showing Lestrade calling. Everything got in the way of me having this talk with him. He was mumbling and jumped out of his chair.
S- go and wake Hamish up, we have a new case
J- Sherlock he's just been let out of hospital, he needs his rest-
S- he can rest tomorrow, go and get him
I sighed and didn't move.
S- John, please
I didn't show no sign of moving, so he walked up the stairs himself. I heard a grumbling Hamish but then he came running down the stairs, fully clothed.
H- come on dad
I sighed but followed the eager couple out of the door and down the stairs.