Sherlock - Blank spaces

the waiting game

It had been months now since sherlock went into the coma and John could feel his pulse getting stronger everyday . The strong beat of his heart pushing blood around his body, the heat radiating from his chest , as it still moved jaggedly up and down in time with breathing. John sits in the seat next to his bed , rarely getting up , afraid sherlock might die in his absence. He hardly ate , he had become a stick of a man and if sherlock was awake he would be very disappointed in his Jawn. Everyday he wished that his sherlock would wake. But everyday he was disappointed. Day go by , day after day . John never really sleeping , never really eating . Wasting away at sherlocks bedside. people come and go , never really noticing him as if he had become part of the furniture. John sighed ' wake up soon sherlock ... We need you ... I.. I..need you'.