The Sociopath and the Doctor

Does he Remember?

JOHN'S P.O.V

Sherlock was half awake on the hospital bed, his eyes open. He leaned upwards groaning from how much pain it caused.

"Hello John." He said with a weak but happy smile.

"Hi Sherlock. How are you feeling?"

Surely Sherlock had remembered what had happened last night.

"Not so sure, do you remember what had happened last night?" sherlock said while squeezing his eyes shut ignoring the pain.

"Y-yes, I do." A wave of sadness drowned me, making my eyes tear up obviously alarming Sherlock that something was wrong.

"John, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. Last night... There was someone. Jim moriarty. He took you, I-" I swallowed the sadness that was taking over me.

"I thought you were dead." I said quickly, knowing my voice was as quiet as a kitten.

"And, you... you cared for me?"

Sherlock had a strange emotion I have never seen on him before.

"Uh-" I coughed. "Yes, I called an ambulance which brought you to the hospital."

"I am very grateful John." A tiny smile appeared on his face.

"Well you better get some rest, you still need to heal."

"Thank you."

I turned around. His hand was on mine. Thousands of emotions exploded into my mind.

"For everything." He continued. I smiled and walked out of the room.

Maybe he did remember.