Johnlock Oneshots

The Bees

"Sherlock?" Lestrade said over the phone. "It's John. You need to come to the hospital."

Sherlock didn't ask any questions. He dropped what he was doing and got a cab. There was an accident on the way to the hospital and there was no other way to get thorough, so Sherlock got out of the cab and started to run until he passed the traffic and got another cab. Lestrade was waiting for Sherlock at the entrance.

"Where is he?" Sherlock asked.

Lestrade started walking and Sherlock followed behind him. They ended up on the second floor in the surgery waiting room.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked, pacing back and forth.

"He was in a cab on the way back to Baker Street and another car came out of no where, hit the side John was on and killed the driver. He's lucky to be alive."

"You can leave." Sherlock said.

"Text me when he gets out."

Sherlock waved a hand at him and Lestrade left. John was in there for another hour until the doctors finished and put him in another room. Sherlock didn't want to go in because he was the reason why John had left in the first place. They got into a fight, John got mad and left. That ment he either was coming back to apoligize, or to get his stuff.

When John woke up he saw Sherlock pacing back and forth, mumbling things to himself, and hands moving around in the air like he had no control over them.

"Sherlock." John said, but nothing came out. "Sherlock!" John shouted, but it came out horase and weak and he was suprised Sherlock heard it.

Sherlock stopped and looked at John. His left leg was covered in plaster from his foot to under his knee, there was a bandage on his forehead with a red spot, his shirt was off and once he sat up Sherlock saw all the places that were wrapped or had bandages over cuts, his left hand was wrapped up tightly with medical tape, and he had and oxygen tube connected to his nose.

Sherlock ran into the room and hugged John, not to tight though, he was scared he'd hurt him more.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said. "If I didn't yell at you, you wouldn't be here."

"Sherlock, this is not your fault." John said as clear as he could

"Yes it is."

"No, No it isn't." John cupped Sherlock's cheeks. "Look at me Sherlock."

Sherlock looked at him.

"This, is not your fault. Do you understand me?"

Sherlock nodded.

"This was never your fault." John said hoarse again, hugging Sherlock.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Sherlock asked, worried.

"The car caught fire and my lungs have smoke damage."

"That's why you have the oxygen tubes in?"

"Yeah."

Sherlock quickly got up and ran into the halls. He went to the nurses station and asked for John's doctor. She said he was with another patient and he would have to wait. Sherlock waited for thrity minutes before John's doctor came up to him.

"Does John have permant damage to his lungs?" he asked quickly.

"Yes. He won't be able to do any sports, physical activites, nothing."

"Does this effect his life any?"

"Who are you in realtion to Dr. Watson?"

"Boyfriend."