" You bloody bastard!" Half yells John.
I flinch slightly at his words, " Be quiet, everyone in the whole hospital will hear you."
" I don't give a shit!"
" John, I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd be so bold as to have someone shoot you."
" It's Moriarty!" John shouts, exasperated, " No one can predict what he'll do! Not even you!" I'm about to apologize again, but John cuts me off, " I don't like being an experiment, Sherlock. You could've at least told me what your plan was!"
I sigh and nod. " I know, I know. I should've told you. I'm sorry."
John sighs and we sit in silence, letting everything soak in. I glance up at him every now and then, trying to read his emotions. He's angry, but he's intrigued. I smile a bit. John looks at me and sees my smile.
" What are you grinning about?" He asks, trying to sound angry.
I let out a short chuckle. " Nothing. It's just... You're angry at me, yet I know you want to know more. "
John shakes his head but he can't hide his smile. " Sherlock, I'd punch you if I weren't hooked up to these machines and had a head injury. "
I laugh, " But I'm right, you want to know more."
John looks at me and smiles slowly, " You're always right."
