His Doctor~

Chapter 27

“Life with Sherlock” personal blog entry #194 by Dr. Jo-Ann Watson.

Oh… my… word.

Of all the experiences I’ve ever been through, that was one of the most exciting. I’m not talking about running through battle fields, or getting shot twice, both good sources of adrenaline; I’m taking about something that happened last night…

Sherlock… of all the people on this earth… told me he loves me.

ME. Not Irene Adler, one of the sexiest women to live, but me: Jo-Ann Heather Watson. I’m still having trouble even wrapping my mind around the idea. The gorgeous, mysterious, most brilliant man I ever met and loved so much just returned my affections… something I thought would never be possible. Sure I knew I was valuable to him, that in itself is a miracle. But to love, to even kiss-

Oh God… that KISS.

If I start writing about that wonderful, glorious gem of an experience, I may lose my mind (If there is any of my mind left). The only thing that would have caused that kiss to be uncontrollable was if Sherlock was wearing his skinny jeans and purple shirt… God, I love that shirt.

I’m glad I never post these personal entries… that would be embarrassing. 

“Ciao Jo-Ann! How are you?” Massimo greeted as he entered the hospital room, carrying three coffees. He wore a blue long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, his hair still in a small ponytail.

“Ciao!” Jo-Ann smiled, sitting up in her bed and trying to read an Italian magazine. Massimo flashed a charming smile and closed the door behind him. He set down the coffee on the nightstand. “Oh, I’m sorry; I can’t drink anything until tomorrow.” Jo-Ann apologized, setting down the magazine she couldn’t understand.

“Oh, my apologies.” He said with understanding. “Do you mind if I?...” Massimo asked and gestured to his own coffee. Jo-Ann smiled and said it was alright. “Where is Sherlock?”

“I sent him to tell the police all the details, although he was pretty set on staying here.” Jo-Ann nodded with her words and blushed a little bit.

“How did you convince him?” Massimo asked before taking a sip of his warm drink.

“Well… first I told him his mind was ten times as clever as any of the blokes on the investigation team here, no offense.” Jo-Ann explained, and Massimo nodded, understanding Sherlock probably was based on the things Jo-Ann told him. “Then I told him I would feel a lot safer if he took care of it. That’s when he agreed to leave.” She smiled and played with her fingernails. But then she remembered she was talking to a man who admired her from a distance for years. She quickly looked up to him as he bitterly smiled and kept drinking his coffee. “Sorry…” Jo-Ann glanced at the ground before making eye contact.

“It’s alright, Jo-Ann.” He said quietly. “Things change over the years.”

“Yeah…” Jo-Ann muttered awkwardly before glancing at her watch. She saw the time and held her watch steady. “3…2…1…” she counted down and pointed to the door. Instantly, Sherlock burst through the entrance looking breathless as he glanced at his own watch.

“I knew I’d make it on time.” He said casually and closed the door.

“Sherlock why are you wearing your coat? It looks beautiful outside.” Jo-Ann mentioned as she pointed out the window, not giving a greeting which singled she was expecting him.

“…But I like my coat…” Sherlock said quietly started unbuttoning said coat. “I informed the police of all the facts I could provide, which basically spelled out the entire crime.” He explained and sat on the chair he pulled up to the bed and folded his coat on his lap. “Are you doing well? Anything I can do?” Sherlock leaned forward towards Jo-Ann and asked with concern. The doctor smiled.