Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

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Morning came and went, for five days I remained in a comatose state. I listened to the doctors enter and exit, the nurses, John and Mary, even Lestrade. Sherlock never left. He stayed in my room the entire time, John brought him pairs of clothes, and food, and there was a bathroom in our room, he never had to leave. The most he moved during the day was either when he was pacing, or when he went to the washroom. John offered him cases but he turned them all down. He would talk to me every once and a while though, he'd tell me his thoughts, he'd ramble on and on about the past two years, and how weird it was without me. I never got bored of hearing his voice.. His voice.. Not his voice in my head, his actual voice. I wanted to hug him and tell him that I love him.. I couldn't move.
"You're the only person who makes me feel things.." His deep voice broke my thoughts. I shut my inner dialogue off and turned my attention to him.
"Before you I never felt love, or care, or suffocating sadness.." He muttered. "You make me human.. You make me whole.. Now you're lying here dying again, and I don't know what to do.. I want to tell you I love you... I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side..
I want to marry you.." His voice was calming, but I felt my heart leap when he said marry.. He wanted to marry me..?
"You probably can't even hear me.." Sherlock whispered. Suddenly I knew I had to let him know I could hear him. I forced my muscles to clench and contract, hoping for movement. My finger gave a twitch. Sherlock jumped to his feet and scrambled to my side.
"Y/N!? Can you hear me?" He cried, I managed to tap my finger weakly. Sherlock grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"You can hear me.." He sounded so alive, and happy.. I smiled internally.
'I can hear you! Sherlock I'm here! Sherlock!' I cried out inside of myself. Sherlock was speedily talking to me, explaining the comatose brain. I wanted to shush him, but I couldn't.
"Doctor!" Sherlock shouted, my usual Doctor strolled in.
"Yes..?" He spoke with a boring monotone voice.
"She moved, just a little bit, but she's responding!" Sherlock explained.
"Good, very good, she's beginning to wake up." I heard the familiar noise of the Doctor writing on my chart. Sherlock settled again, in his chair. It was boring laying here, it was so quiet and dull. I heard the room door open.
"Sherlock, I got your text." John spoke quietly.
"The doctor said she should be sleeping now, it's midnight... I don't think she is..." Sherlock rambled. John sighed and crossed the room sitting beside him. Had the day really passed so fast? Sometimes I hardly noticed when I was conscious or unconscious.
"I was talking to Dr.Stuard.." John began. Sherlock made a faint ''mmph' sound, which told John to go on. "He said that the drugs they put in her are completely new, but the medication and IV's are helping luckily." John explained, I could almost see them sitting together, staring out the hospital window.
"How much longer?" Sherlock grumbled.
"What?"
"How much longer do I- we have to wait for her to wake up!?" Sherlock snapped. Tension fell over the room.
"I.. I don't know Sherlock..." John mumbled in defeat.
"She moved today.." Sherlock said solemnly.
"Really? That's improvement!" John nodded.
I drifted off.
More mornings came once again. The room was oddly silent. I listened for Sherlock, but I couldn't hear him. Maybe he was sleeping? A week had passed since I had first moved. So far I couldn't do anything other than that. I heard footsteps.
"Hello Y/N it's Dr.Stuard. Sherlock went home to shower and sleep after Dr.Watson forced him out, we will also be switching your medication seeing as the old one isn't affecting you anonymity." My doctor explained, he always did this before changing anything. I tapped my finger so he'd know I heard him, and he began his work. The nurses changed my IV tubes and, and put me on a different bed so they could change my bedding and everything, and then moved me back. I found myself once again in my uncomfortable laying position. With an internal sigh I began to think about what happened with Moriarty and Charles.. I shivered as the memory of Charles returned. He had been so sweet, and innocent, and full of life. When I looked at him for the first time after I was drugged... It wasn't Charles anymore, it was a dead shell of a good man. The door opened.
"Hello." Sherlock muttered to the nurses.
"Shouldn't you be home sleeping?" An elderly nurse asked.
"Yes, but I also should be with her.." Sherlock nodded and sat back down in his chair. I smiled at that.. I smiled... Sherlock noticed too.
"She smiled!" A nurse chuckled. "You really know how to wake up comatose patients Sherlock Holmes!" She teased and slipped out of the room. Sherlock walked over and squeezed my hand.
"I'm going on a case tonight.. So just.. Try and rest for me." Sherlock informed me. I tapped my finger lightly.
"Good..." He whispered, and then out the door he went..

FINALLY I was motivated to make a chapter! And this one is a bit longer too! Yay I'm feeling a bit better actually!