I heard two knocks on the door as Emily came in, "John. It's time to take your medication." She stepped into my room with the pills I take. I got up and made my way over to her taking them and the water out if her hands nodding. She watched me take each one, before walking out the door and locking it behind her. Greg was to visit today. I like the coversations we have. I walked back over to my bed and sat down, staring at the blank wall. Mycroft was going to visit too, said he was going to bring a gift. Just as I was thinking that Mycroft AND Greg came in. It was like Christmas!
Mycroft looked to me with a worried smile, "How are you feeling today Dr. Watson? Feeling better?" His tone was light, like he was talking to a child.
"I'm quite alright Mycroft. I don't know how I feel right now because everything is numb, but I know I'm alive." Greg looked to me and tilted his head, before shaking it.
"You don't look alright mate. It seems as if a house hit you!" His hand rested on my shoulder, so I just stared at it... Smiling. "John, it has been three years of Sherlock's death yo-"
I cut Greg off. That name. It seemed so... Familiar. "Who is Sherlock? Do I know him? Wait. Is this guy my surprise?!" I saw Mycroft lean over and whisper something. Wonder what it was?
He nodded before stepping back a bit. Mycroft began in a soft tone, "Would you like to see your gift?" I nodded my head. He walked out a moment before bringing in a sketch book and coloured pencils. My eyes widened and I looked up to him with a smile.
"Thank you Mycroft! I'll use these until the coloured pencils are all used up!" He nodded before waving a goodbye and leaving, Greg following suit. They are great people.
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Dr.Watson
FanfictionJohn has been trying to cope with Sherlock's inevitable death. When he comes back, how will he react when he finds his lovely doctor? Breakig the news won't be easy, who will tell him about John?
