Johns P.O.V
I woke up in a hospital bed right by Sherlock. There was a curtain between us. A nurse was changing my blood when officers came into my room. They asked what had happened and I told them all I remembered. They went to question Sherlock after me. I fell asleep and woke up with a doctor leaning over me. "Hello Mr.Watson!" He said. "Do you know what happened to me. Why do my arms hurt so bad?" "You have 3rd degree burns on both arms." He said. "Can you tell me what happened to Sherlock?" "No, but I can tell you he will be fine." 15 days later they let me out. My arms were getting better. Sherlock didn't get out till 7 days after I got out. I picked him up from the hospital and he told me that someone had shot him in the leg and had to get stitches in his head. I took him to my apartment and we snuggled up on the couch and watched T.V. His friend had taken care of Spikycactus and Fluffypuppy for me and him. We decided to move in together because we both really liked each other and it would be easier to pay the rent. No reason to date your neighbor when your neighbor can move in with you. Me and Sherlock were lucky we lived because many people didn't. I hope that person who did the shootings and bomb get found. I was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Sherlock to get up. I was looking at Spikycactus. "I think you found I the love of my life Mr.Spikycactus." I smiled and knew that he might be the one. That I might have found the person I love to be 90 with over a small cactus that he named Spikycactus.
