Johnlock ~ Here For You

I'm Here

As Sherlock was carried away John felt a pair of arms gently tug on his right arm. "John is it? Hello, I'm Kirsty and you need to follow me and calm down. He'll be ok he's in very good hands." said the blonde nurse he saw earlier. All John could manage was a small nod of his head and allowed himself to be led into what he presumed was the waiting room. The floor was a sickly grey, decorated with splashes of random colour here and there and the wall was a very pale cream almost white, John thought the room looked more suitable for the mental ward.

"John? John, JOHN?!" John felt himself being shaken quiet harshly he might add and was met with the worried eyes of Kirsty. "Mmmm ? Sorry I was just thinking." John apologised shaking his head slightly.

"Oh, erm well I'm sorry to have to say this but I just thought I should tell you that they're taking him into theatre now as he has critical internal bleeding in his lower adomben. Speaking of which they need me to scrub in for the surgery, you'll be alright won't you John?" Kirsty said as she started to run through the doors, not even waiting for a reply, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

After what seemed like days, three hours later a tall man with light brown hair and shining green eyes walked into the waiting room carrying a clip board overflowing with sheets. "Mr Watson?" the man called. "That's me, is he all right? Is he awake yet? And it's doctor by the way." John said in a rush.

"He's going to be fine, although I suggest plenty of bed rest and for him to take it easy over the course of the next few weeks. You can go see him now if you wish DOCTOR Watson but he's still unconscious due to the surgery but he should wake up in a mere few hours, he's in the room 112 just across the hall."

"Thank you." John generally smiled as he followed the directions he was given until he came across the room 112. His palms started to sweat and he suddenly became very anxious, through the small glass window John could see Sherlock fast asleep, his chest rising ever so slightly and his unruly curls plastered to his face in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked peaceful - as if he didn't have a care in the world. John quietly pushed open the door and sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair that was on the left hand side to Sherlock's bed. John sat there for hours just looking at Sherlock, taking in every detail - the way his hair was at every angle possible, yet still looked perfect. His high defined cheek bones that cradled a slight blush and the gradual rise and fall of his chest at perfect rhythm.

Every now and then someone would walk into the room and check Sherlock's vital signs and bring John some tea, which actually wasn't that bad considering where they were. Some time later John must've fallen asleep as he awoke to light streaming in through the window accenting Sherlock's features perfectly. The detective started to stir, his eyes fluttering furiously "NO, PLEASE. STOP NO JUST PLEASE NO!" he cried bolting up suddenly. "J-John?" he whispered, his eyes glassy and distant. He looked vulnerable and scared as he curled up in a ball and began to sob "Don't let him hurt me." he whispered softly. John could feel his heart breaking at the sight, he had never really seen Sherlock express any real emotion before.

"Shh Sherlock it's ok, no one can hurt you now." John soothed Sherlock as he gently rubbed his back.

"J-John?" Sherlock sniffed, "Hold me... please?" he whimpered as he moved over and patted the space beside him. John couldn't stand the sight of him upset so did as Sherlock requested and shuffled onto the small hospital bed. Sherlock layed his head down on John's chest and wrapped the blanket around them both, John subconsciously ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair, the soothing motion causing both men to fall into a blissful sleep.

Sherlock woke up the next day feeling refreshed and rested although he had a burning sensation in his lower adonomen. He slowly pushed him self up, the movement causing him uncomfortable pain. "Ugh." he groaned as he slowly draped his legs over the side of the hospital bed once he had done so he placed his feet on the floor and braced himself as he stood up. Sherlock instantly fell, hitting his head in the process and waking up a startled John. "Sherlock are you alright?" John asked as he ran to his friends aid.