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Waking up in 221b (part 2)

John looked down in sympathy at Sherlocks body, battered and cut like he had fought in a war but instead it was that he had been on the receiving end of someone's fist. He had a footprint from someone's shoe across his stomach, it was coloured in red and blue and stood out harshly against his pale porcelain skin.

John laid his hand against Sherlocks chest to feel his heart, it was gradually beating faster and when John looked up at his face, he could see a slight pink blush creeping up Sherlocks neck. He went back to work smiling to himself  and continued to feel along Sherlocks torso. He then went it Sherlocks back which was also covered in bruises. He ran his hand down Sherlocks spine to check for any damage but Sherlock shivered at the touch.

"Any where hurting?" John asked once he'd made sure of any damage he may have missed yesterday and covered the few bruised in an oil to help sooth the pain.

"Ankle hurts a bit, probably just sprained it though, it's fine though" Sherlock told him.

"Let's not risk it" John told him, crouching down next to Sherlock and rolling up his trouser leg, it was swollen slightly and when John felt around it he noticed it wasn't broken but indeed sprained. "Sprained it, lucky guess, what am I gonna do with you?" He chuckled.

Sherlock stayed where he was and John finally decided he was done with checking Sherlock over. Sherlock couldn't understand why he kept blushing but chose to ignore it, probably just a side effect or concussion making his brain not work properly.

John gave Sherlock some ibuprofen that would help with the pain and Sherlock swallowed them with his coffee.

"Do you wanna wear something over the top half that isn't your shirt?" John asked.

Sherlock looked down at himself, he wouldn't mind having his pajamas to just relax in but they were at his brothers house where he had been sleeping the last couple months, since he'd moved out his parents.

"All my clothes are at my brother Mycroft's" he pointed out.

"That's fine, I'll find you something." John assured him and ran upstairs into his room. He came down again after a while with a few things for Sherlock.

"Right I got you a hoodie and some jeans that will be a bit loose but better than those that your wearing now" he indicated to sherlocks black slacks, "is that any good?"

Sherlock nodded and John set the clothes down on the coffee table before Sherlock changed into them, he needed a wash first.

"Might need to wash away that blood" John decided as he approached Sherlock and looked at his hair. "I'll get a bowl and washcloth and I'll clean you up as best I can" John told him before leaving the room.

John returned carrying a bowl of warm soapy water and a washcloth, he soaked the cloth and then began to wash Sherlocks face, the warm water trickling down his chin. Soon the blood was off Sherlocks face and John moved down to his torso and began to wipe the blood away, being careful not to hurt Sherlock. Sherlock winced slightly when he went over a bruise but managed to keep his composure.

Once Sherlock was cleaned up John looked back at him to see he still had blood in his hair from where he had fallen over and cut his head.

"I'm going to change this water and get some shampoo and a jug, I'll wash your hair for you" John decided standing up and fetching what he needed.

He returned and placed the bowl and jug on the coffee table and decided that Sherlock would be best if he was sat on the floor and then John would be able to wash his hair properly. He helped Sherlock sit on the floor, making sure he was comfy before he held Sherlocks head over the bowl and poured water over his head using the jug. Once his hair was wet, John knelt behind Sherlock and took some shampoo that he began to massage through Sherlocks curls, being careful not to get it in the cut or in his eyes, he rinsed it out and then grabbed a towel to dry his hair and gently ruffled Sherlocks hair with the towel.

"Better?" John asked.

Sherlock nodded in thanks and then was helped back into his chair. He changed his trousers under the duvet so that he was now wearing a pair of loose black jeans. He looked at the jumper, it was a foot ball one with Watson 21 on the back, it was red with white cuffs and collar.

"Do you want help with that? You don't want to strain yourself" John said coming over to him and taking the jumper out of his hands and went behind Sherlock to help him slip it over his arms, it was loose but felt nice against his bruised skin. John then buttoned it up for him and looked at Sherlock from a little distance.

He smiled at Sherlocks long figure, huddled up in Johns clothes including his football jumper. Sherlock looked quite cute and John had to resist the urge to kiss him. He didn't understand these feelings, he didn't think he was gay but maybe now he was reconsidering.

Sherlocks hair was wet still so John went and found a long forgotten hair dryer in a box upstairs, he didn't even remember where it had come from. He came back over to Sherlock and waved the hairdryer up in the air victoriously smiling.

"What you planning on doing with that?" Sherlock asked confused.

"I was thinking of making some boats and then making sails and this could be the wind, what do you think?"

"Sounds fun" Sherlock said smiling.

"That was sarcasm but if you wanna do that you can" John told him. Sherlock nodded enthusiastically like a child causing John to giggle, " I was actually gonna dry your hair."

"Oh, you don't have to" Sherlock tried to tell him but John plugged it in and turned it on before he could complain, he then began to run his fingers through Sherlocks hair ruffling it in the attempt to dry it. Once Sherlocks hair was dry John unplugged the hairdryer and  went back over to Sherlock.

"Do you still wanna make boats?" John laughed slightly.

"Would it be too much hassle?" Sherlock asked smiling slightly.

"None at all" John chuckled. They ended up spending the rest of the day in the bathroom with the bath full of water racing boats using the hairdryer. Finally they both had a friend.