For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 5: Intertwined

It's the ups and downs of living life this way
Promise me you'll never go away

~ Patent Pending, One Less Heart To Break

John's P.O.V

A happy sigh passed my lips as I awoke; I was aching, but something good had happened. Oh. Sherlock. Opening my eyes, I noticed that during the night we had moved. My head was still resting on his slender shoulder, but we were both lying down on the soft sheets of the bed. One of my hands was on his chest, above his steadily beating heart, the other interlaced with his fingers. Our legs were entwined, his spare hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.

The moment was complete, undeniable bliss, and I found myself reluctant to move, to break the perfect serenity. I wanted us to stay like this together, surrounding by nothing but each other. Suddenly, almost as if reminding me that such good could not last, my bruised body convulsed in pain. Apparently my ribs were a little more than sore. I realised that I was struggling to breathe, oxygen only coming to me in small gasps. I couldn't breathe. My eyes widened in panic and I began to dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

In a flash I felt Sherlock's hands resting gently on my shoulders, the other suddenly awake, distracting me from the pain. My eyes meet his bright blue-green ones, the warm touch from his hands grounded me, allowing the fog that surrounded my mind to dissipate.

"John, I think we should see the school Nurse." His voice was gruff from sleep, both demanding and reassuring all at once.

I nodded pathetically in response and managed to get up, but bloody hell did it hurt. Sherlock's movements were perfect as he grabbed one of his button-up shirts to hide my damaged chest, as though even the grogginess of sleep could not slow him down.

The purple silk felt soft as it caressed my skin, covering my chest and arms. The shirt smelled purely of Sherlock, stale smoke and coffee, and just Sherlock. It was my favourite shirt to see him in, the thought making my lips quirk up in a small smile as his fingers swiftly did up the buttons, his light touch sending shivers down my spine. I swear my libido has doubled because of this boy.

Dressed impeccably in his suit, which was only slightly creased, as though he hadn't so much as lay down in it, never mind slept, Sherlock pulled my hand into his own, his thumb brushing the back of my hand in small circles as we made our way to the Nurse's room. Thank God it wasn't far, because breathing was already becoming a difficulty.

We reached the Nurse's room after a few very slow and very painful minutes. Sherlock stood in front of me, an air of superiority about him as he knocked firmly on the door, his face set in a serious expression.

"Hello, dear! Popping in for tea?" The nurse asked Sherlock with a wide smile. She was old, but she had soft, caring eyes, the kind that belong to a mother as they tended to their child. Saying nothing, Sherlock stepped aside, revealing me in his usual dramatic manner. I hadn't had chance to look in the mirror, but the way that she gasped in horror made me wince; I didn't want to know how shit I looked. She urged us into her room, desperate to get to work, it would seem.

"You're a new one aren't you, dear? Settling in is always hard, but its nice to see you've got Sherlock here. I've not seen him do this for anyone before," she began as she worked, instructing me to remove the shirt. I allowed the fabric to fall from my shoulders, biting my lip so as not to make a sound. Christ, it my body hurt.

"Sherlock, dear, you've done a wonderful job patching this one up! How are you, love? Still skipping classes?" She tutted, shaking her head. I couldn't help but laugh; this lady clearly knew Sherlock very well.

"Oh, what's your name, dear?" the nurse asked as she seemingly remembered that there had been no introduction. I replied with my name and a warm smile, and within a few minutes she had completely re-bandaged my chest and placed a bottle and a note in my hand. I had allowed my mind to wander as Sherlock waved off her questions, only catching something about how good it was that Sherlock had finally found someone.