Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

A Glance Into Your Future

Fast Forward 8-9 years
You drag you're eyes open and slowly adjust to the world around you. You inhale deeply before choking on the tube that was down your throat. You inspect the tubes that were going into you're hand and arm before sighing and throwing you're head back against the pillow.

"Ow" you mutter to yourself after whacking your head against the back of the bed.
You lift your hand up to your head but when You reach it, you feel your heart race dramatically. You suddenly remember the reality that you were in and let out a sigh. Your search stops when you feel a tube on the left side of your head.

"Oh my god." You whisper.
You bury your in your hands and cry.

"Y/N?" You hear coming from the door. You look up and see Benedict smiling sadly at you in the doorway of your hospital room.

"Benedict" you almost cry. You smile just as sadly as him before noticing the bunch of flowers in his right hand.

"What happened?" You ask, a lump forming in your throat. There was a long pause where Benedict just looked at the floor. He rubs his forehead sadly.

"You had a stroke" he replies quietly.

"You've been out for two days" he adds, his voice breaking.
You feel your jaw drop. You look at Benedict and notice that he had growing stubble and his normal broad shoulders were thin and weak.

"You haven't been sleeping or eating have you?" You ask sadly.
He shakes his head,looking at the floor.

"I've hardly left your side... How could I leave you?" He replies.

"Where are Harry and Amy?" You ask. Benedict keeps his eyes on the floor.

"Can I see them?" You ask. Benedict shakes his head

"They're at gaby's" he replies quietly.

"Are they okay?" You ask desperately. Benedict nods and runs his hand through his hair.

"I think so, Gaby texted me telling me that they were making macaroni cards" Benedict jokes slightly. You smile faintly.

"Do they know-"

"What, that two days ago was the last time that they are probably going to see their mum- no I don't think they do" Benedict interrupts before his face fills with guilt.

"Saying goodbye to them was the hardest thing I've ever had to do Ben, please don't start" you whisper, looking at your hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm just-" he cuts himself off.

"Are you ok?" You ask, inspecting his terrible shape.
Benedict looks at you as if to say 'really?' But he just leans against the doorframe of the room.

"Why is there a tube in my head Ben?" You whisper.

"They had to get some oxygen to your brain,It was urgent-" he cuts himself off by looking at the floor and biting his lip to stop it trembling.
You feel your stomach turn. You hated seeing Benedict in this state, but recently - you hadn't seen much different.

"Come here" you whisper, patting the empty space next to you on the bed. Benedict looks at you.

"I can't" he whispers.

"I won't bite" you reply, smiling slightly. Benedict's sadness fades slightly before he nods and slowly walks over to your bed.