Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Bleeding Out

Type: Songfic ( bleeding out by imagine dragons)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: kinda sad plus I'm very pissed atm

A/n real quick, Kati_thesassydragon you're request is under way and I promised it'd be first but this was saved to post after then I wrote your request and the damn draft didn't save sooooo I'm too irritated to write it atm. Sorry.

Cause I'm bleeding out

You'd broken Sherlock Holmes.

He'd always been a bit damaged, pulling apart at the seams as his burdens piled up. With the guilt of his suicide to allowing you to die in his arms.

You'd so desperately wanted to wake up and tell him everything was going to be alright, you wanted to wipe away the tears from his face.

So if the last thing that I do

But alas, you couldn't. You didn't want to put him through the same hell that'd her put you through, but somethings had to be done. You had to disappear, Mycroft needed your help. You swallowed the lump in your throat, you'd hated to put all your friends through it again. But it'd only been a month this time, you weren't suppose to come back this soon, but Mycroft's concern for his brother overwhelmed his concern for the mission.

Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
For you

You stared at the door of 221b, you had to go inside. You had to help John put Sherlock back together again, even when you were the final strike that shattered him in the first place. You slowly raised your fist and knocked on the door. The sound of rustling inside could be heard before the door opened, revealing a tired looking John. His eyes widened and he seemed speechless for a moment. "W-what? H-How?"

"Short version, not dead." And with that, you slipped past the army doctor. Taking a deep breath, you walked down the hall

So I bare my skin and I count my sins and I close my eyes and I take it in and I'm bleeding out for you

You bit your lip, walked towards Sherlock's door. You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, staring ahead. You could do this. You opened the door, stepping inside. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the detective laid in your, his, bed. His sheets wrapped around himself tightly, various syringes littered the ground around him. All empty. You leaned forward and pulled up a small slip of paper from his hand. You felt your heart wrench in your chest, "Sherlock." You said gently, kneeling down infront of him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

When the day has come that I've lost my way around

His eyes opened, meeting yours. "no..." he whispered hoarsley, as if he was attempting to make his vocal cords work once again. "You aren't real..." He squeezed his eyes shut and you felt your heart break, "Sherlock it's me. I'm here." You said softly, shaking him a bit. "You're just in my head. Like John said." He rolled over, obviously struggling with himself. You sighed, "Sherlock it's me. I pulled a project Lazarus. Just like you." He stayed in his previous position for a moment before rolling over and looking at you. Various emotions clouded his once guarded eyes, you reached forward and took his hand, offering a small smile. He pulled your arm causing to you to tumble forward, landing on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, holding you tighter than he ever had before