Break down, only alone I will cry out now
You'll never see what's hiding out
Hiding out deep down, yeah, yeah
I know, I've heard that to let your feelings show
Is the only way to make friendships grow
But I'm too afraid now, yeah, yeah
Sherlock sighed, extremely tired and stressed. His head was hurting like hell, his body was so exhausted and drowned on pain, but he knew he had to be there.
Every single day, Holmes focused on staying awake during the night and keeping an eye on the silent body of John Watson. Since that bloody car hit his partner and put him on a coma, Sherlock refused to stay away from his beloved one. But he was getting tired and hopeless... For ten long weeks, John didn't response to the treatment the hospital was offering to save his life.
Sherlock was desperately trying to find a solution to John's problem, but he knew that, on this time, he was in need of a miracle.
He layered his head on Watson's bed, hugging his apparently lifeless body and, after ten long weeks of struggle with his own organismic, Sherlock Holmes let a tear drop into the sheets of the bed.
"Please... You are the only one I have left. Don't give up, John. Fight against your illness. Come back for me."
Another tear was ready to fall down, dancing on Sherlock's eye line, when, suddenly, a cold and rough hand touched his face.
"Do not be afraid... Of showing what you really feel, Holmes." John smiled weakly, while Sherlock faced him without a reaction, "I'll always be... Be here for you."
