His Doctor~

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Sherlock stirred in his sleep, feeling the effects of a good night’s rest beginning to end. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so well. Maybe it was because Jo-Ann was with him, right there in his arms and sleeping like he was. Or it could be because he knew she was safe, there in the hospital and in his grasp. He could hold her tight, knowing that he didn’t have to let go, knowing that she wasn’t going to leave him or get hurt. Sherlock sighed sleepily and moved his head to nuzzle her cheek. But to his surprise, he felt only the surface of the pillow. He furrowed his brow and felt around the space next to him. Sheets and blankets. He suddenly felt panic swoop in as he searched for her in his half-sleeping state before he forced his eyes open. She wasn’t there. Sherlock sat up abruptly and looked around the room with squinted eyes due to the sudden exposure to light.

“Blimey I’ve had enough of scars.” Sherlock heard Jo-Ann’s voice mumble. Relief washed over him as he spotted her by the mirror across the room. She was lifting her dark blue jumper high enough to view the long scar that ran up the side of her stomach. She looked at it disapprovingly before noticing Sherlock through the mirror. “Oh, you’re up!” Jo-Ann said in surprise and lowered her jumper. “The doctor said I could leave today, good thing too since we only have a few days left to stay here.” She explained as she adjusted her outfit and turned to face him. Sherlock blinked a few times, trying to register that he as actually awake.

“I hate how sleep slows the mind.” He said randomly and got out of bed. As he stood he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat. But when he lowered his hands, he jumped a little. Jo-Ann stood directly in front of him, holding a coffee to him with one hand on the side and the other underneath.

“Good morning.” She smiled with a soft voice and extended the thick paper cup to him. Sherlock felt himself blush uncontrollably. He loved that. Really loved it and wished to see that scene every morning. He blinked a few more times and took the coffee with a hesitant hand. Jo-Ann giggled a bit and returned to packing up her things. Earlier when she was packing, she kneeled sideways in front of the mirror, making her jumper lift and raising her curiosity to see how bad the scar was. That led to a few solid minutes of her staring at her figure in the mirror. Jo-Ann rolled her eyes at her own vanity and continued packing where she left off.

Sherlock took a large sip of the hot coffee and was pleased to find it perfected. Jo-Ann always made the best cups of coffee and tea. The detective smiled, staring at the lidded cup, when he remembered something. They made a deal the day before, in order to make Sherlock drink the coffee Massimo brought him. Sherlock gained a mischievous grin and walked over to his doctor, who was kneeling on the floor by the mirror.

“Say Jo-Ann… promises are something that is held at a high value to normal people, correct?” Sherlock said with a smirk as he swirled his coffee and took another sip.

“Yes, Sherlock, to ‘normal’ people.” Jo-Ann smirked to herself as she made air quotes at the word “normal”.

“You hold the same value?” Sherlock asked. The doctor felt a sudden chill as she got the feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

“…Yes…” she said hesitantly, standing up from her position with difficulty.

“So are you prepared to fulfill your promise?” The detective dragged it out. Jo-Ann sighed painfully as she remembered what this was about. The day before, she promised Sherlock that she would do him one favor - no matter what it was - if he drank the cream-filled coffee Massimo delivered. Jo-Ann assumed it would be some kind of experiment, probably something painful or embarrassing, that she would normally refuse.

“Fine, what do you want me to do?” Jo-Ann groaned and crossed her arms. Sherlock smiled and set his coffee on the bedside table that was at the foot of the bed.