Under The Maple Tree

Chapter 8

I walked back into the living area to see Sherlock.On the floor.Bleeding from his head.With a smashed lamp.And only one sock on his foot.I rubbed my temples and groaned."W-why just why?",I mumbled as I began to sweep up the vase pieces.Sherlock touched a hand to his head as if he was still amazed he was bleeding.He looked at me,then at his blood stained hand,then at the sock,and back to the floor.He put his hands under his chin yet again,getting blood on his face.I went to the kitchen and threw out the lamp bits,then went back to the living area with a warm moist cloth and pressed it to his head."Honestly Sherlock just stop.I don't know how I ever suffered you before",I breathed.He merely kept quiet,his eyes still closed.He flinched slightly as I took the cloth away and gingerly applied ointment to the small wound."Just a very slight concussion and honestly I don't know or want to know what you were doing so I'm just telling you not to do it again.",I said as I went back into my room.I looked around and began picking up the clothes,coffee cups,and organizing the papers.Once I had everything cleaned up I decided to look at my phone for the first time since I was last awake.For the first time since I tried commiting suicide.I opened it and turned it on,and instantly it went off.It buzzed in my hand somewhere around 40 times.I looked at it.2 missed calls from Molly.9. Missed texts from Molly.6 missed calls from Lestrade.9 missed calls from Mrs.Hudson.4 missed texts from Sherlock.10 missed calls from Sherlock.I looked down at the phone in disbelief.Who were most of these people?I read a few texts.The first few were from Sherlock.I read them in utter and total disbelief.The psychotic highly intelligent maniac I was living with actually had a soft side.He actually had feelings.There was no hiding it anymore.I guess he must have thought my phone would have died when I was in the water but its waterproof.I looked at it and sighed as I read the texts one last time.Those first three heartwrenching texts.They read:

11:28a.m-John come to the flat.I'm alive.But id rather speak to you in person about this.Please come to the flat.John...I'm sorry.

-SH

1:45p.m-John please.Please be okay.where are you?People tell me you'll try commiting suicide.John don't do it.Your.....your my..your my best friend.

-SH

4:11p.m-John...why?Why did you jump into the river?You saw I was alive.But I guess that doesn't matter anymore.This message doesn't matter.Your phone is probably dead from water damage or lost in the river.But it helps me when I write this.John your my best friend.Maybe my only one.Probably my only one.John I don't know why but for some reason you compel me to try to be better.You make me care about you.I know what people think.The great Sherlock Holmes.The emotionless yet highly intelligent psychotic bastard.But you make all those insults go away.You make everything better.including me.John I've never cared for anyone let alone like anyone.And what I am about to say will change my whole life.John......I love you.

-SH

So he loves me.Like a brother?Im guessing so.I mean,who would count Mycroft as a brother?I slightly laughed as I made that internal joke.It was then that I froze in my tracks.Sherlock has a brother named mycroft and he's basically the British government Sherlock is the little brother out of the two and they despise eachother internally.I ran into the living are to where Sherlock was and tripped,falling right in front of him.He merely looked down at me."Sherlock!!!!!Sherlock I remember!!!You have a brother named Mycroft!!",I yelled excitedly.He put his fingers to his temples and sighed."Oh dear God John of all the horrid things to remember you remember mycroft.That's just fantastic.",he said with a slight smile."Maybe my memory will finally start coming back.",I said as I got up."Oh and Sherlock?",I said with a sly grin."Yes John?",he asked,not looking up from a file."I read your texts.",I said.And with that I left,grabbing my cane and going out the door.I was going to tell Jim the good news.I was starting to remember.I hailed a cab and gave him directions to Jim's flat.I happily thrummed my fingers against my leg as I looked out the window.I watched the people and trees slide by and soon we got to his flat.I payed the cab driver and got out,ascending the stairs and hesitant knocking on the door.I got a sinking feeling in my stomach when I heard someone scream and then get cut off.And my fears were only confirmed when I heard the sound of a gun being fired.