Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Panic

When he began to come to, Sherlock could hear someone coming in the bathroom. He couldn't tell who, but it was very loud and not Molly. there was an awful ringing in his ears, and before long the shower curtain was thrown back. It was an EMT- Molly must have called them. The door was taken off it's hinges, and People were pulling out equipment. Sherlock tried to tell them he was alright, but he couldn't speak nor move. "Sir, just stay still." The man said. Sherlock closed his eyes, and let his lungs burn through his chest. After Sherlock could move again, and was cleared, Molly came in tear stained. 

"I'm Sorry darling." He said reaching his arms out.

She nodded and climbed in next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. 

"It is okay, I was just scared." She said closing her eyes. 

"Go ahead and sleep- It's all okay now." He whispered as she dosed off.

He held her in his arms even though it hurt. He didn't sleep at all, but he was at peace with the fact that she was okay. He knew it was kind of creepy, but he watched her as she slept, and he knew she felt safe.

The next morning, Molly awoke to Sherlock staring at her, and she smiled. 

"How do you feel?" She whispered.

He smiled and replied "Better, thank you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and came closer, running her thumb through his hair. "I love you." She said, planting a kiss.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, embracing her love.

When they got out of the tub, they rubbed the sleep out of their eyes along with the nights events. Molly had to go to work, and Sherlock planned on pulling John into a case. They kissed on the way out, and thought nothing more of the morning. 

Sherlock crept up to John's house, -so he wouldn't wake their baby- and knocked lightly on their door. When John came to the door, he was dressed and ready to go, but he looked groggy. 

"Don't even speak, I'm coming."

Sherlock cleared his throat and smiled, walking to the cab. When they got into the cab, Sherlock explained the case they'd be examining. 

"Apparently Luke had some henchmen, and they are causing some, terror- though I think they may be connected. I need to investigate before I can make any more conclusions or deductions."

John nodded and closed his eyes. Sherlock wanted to tell him about the night before, but he was afraid of what would happen. 

When they arrived, Sherlock began to examine the house, for any possible clues, but instead felt anxious in his own skin. When he looked at John, his eyes showed desperation. 

"Sherlock?" John said walking over to him. Sherlock was breathing heavily as he looked at John. 

"Tell Lestrade there is evidence of cleaned up torture- give this to him and tell him to have it DNA tested." He said handing john a sample. 

"Sherlock, are you alright?"

Sherlock looked at John. "Do not tell Molly- she is already scared."

 John nodded. "What is going on, Sherlock?" he said in a strong voice. 

Sherlock hated to see his friend like this. "I just need to go to the hospital for a little while." he said calmly. As he walked out of the building, John followed him and handed the things to Lestrade, and then grabbed Sherlock  by the scarf, turning him abruptly.

"Nope- you are going to the doctor, with me. If you wont tell me what's going on then we'll go there."

Sherlock's eyes still showed worry. "I'm sorry John- I'm just kinda scared is all. I know it is hard to believe, me, being scared? Ha! Unheard of. It's all fairly new to be honest."

John showed empathy to Sherlock, putting his hand on his shoulder.  "Alright Sherlock- I will not tell Mary unless something bad happens."

Sherlock nodded and wiped his mouth with his hands. "We should go, it got bad after this last night." he said and climbed into the car. John nodded and climbed in after him.

"Sorry, I know I'm Changing a lot lately- It's probably scaring people." Sherlock said and then stared out the window while he tried to slow his breathing. His heart was pounding out of his chest, but try as he might to calm it all, it was as useless as yelling at an earthquake to stop. 

"Sherlock, we all love it. We loved you before but now we are seeing your full potential. It's all okay." John said, smiling. 

Sherlock turned to John and said "John, Please tell Molly I love her." And his eyes rolled back into his head, as his limp body fell onto him. John looked mortified, but took Sherlock's pulse and made an informed decision to wait until the cab pulled up to the hospital.

 When it finally did, John jumped out asking for help with Sherlock's limp body. They took him behind closed doors, as John pondered what Sherlock had said. 

He knew Sherlock wouldn't approve, but he pulled out his phone and texted Molly.

"Get to the hospital now- it's Sherlock. -J"