BBC Sherlock imagines

Teen!lock part four

John's POV:
He didn't come into school the next day. Initially, I was slightly disappointed, but then it turned to worry and panic. It was the day of the presentation and Sherlock was never ill anyway, let alone miss the presentation. I was terrified of doing it on my own. We'd arranged that I would work the computer and complete the simple things like the introduction and Sherlock would do most of the talking. Now I had to do it all alone and I really didn't want to.
Fourth period rolled around all too quickly and before I knew it, my name was called out and I was expected to make my way to the front of the class. My heartbeat was doing overtime and it was so loud it was all I could hear in the loud classroom. When I got to the front, my fingers fumbled around each other, doing some kind of out of sync dance, as I finally managed to get up the presentation on the teacher's computer. I then stood up and tried really hard to remember the words I'd prepared as the intro but all I could focus on was the increasing volume of my heartbeat. "Mr Watson, are you alright?" I heard. "I...I-" but that was all I could manage. That was the last thing I remember before the darkness took over.
When I finally woke up I was in a totally different setting. My eyes shot open but I immediately had to close them again due to the harsh brightness of the white room I was in. Slowly I managed to blink my eyes open properly and take in the surrounding room. I couldn't move my head properly so my eyes darted around as much as possible. I let out a groan when I realised I was in a hospital bed and decided to close my eyes again but as I did, my sense of touch seemed to come back to me, and when I noticed a tight hand gripping mine, my eyes shot back open and I managed to lift my head to inspect the owner of the hand. As I did so, I saw the long figure, one hand in mine, the other rested against the railing of my bed, his head rested on top of his arm. It was Sherlock. "Sherlock?" I mumbled,still dazed and tired. His head shot up and those ocean blue eyes met mine. He sighed deeply "you're up. Oh thank god. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault I should've just got over my stupid fear and been there with you. I'm so sorry"
"Woah,woah. What even happened. How was it your fault?" I asked confused. "You don't remember. Well you did hit your head pretty hard" he said. "Hit my head? Sherlock, what happened?"
"The presentation. I wasn't there and left you to do it all by yourself, I'm sorry, you fainted and hit your head on the side of the table" he explained. "It's ok, honestly, don't blame yourself, please" I insisted. I let my head fall back again. "Where's everyone else?" I asked, slightly offended that I was in hospital and my parents weren't here. "Well your mum and dad were here but it got late and you were still sleeping and they said they had to deal with something-mentioned your sister's name- and so they left."
"Wait, its night?" I asked, shocked. Sherlock chuckled "Yeah, sleepyhead, you've been out for the count for almost nine hours now."
"NINE HOURS?!"
"Yeah doctor said you could've woken up about three to four hours ago but just assumed you were tired, so let you sleep." He explained.
"Oh" I said, stifling a yawn as I did, trying to avoid the irony. "You're still tired. Ah, um, go back to sleep." He said,fiddling with some buttons until my bed lowered. I didn't need to be told twice and closed my eyes but I thought passed through my mind so I decided to ask now while I had the chance. "You said something about fear? What were you scared of?" I mumbled, without opening my eyes. "Um... doesn't matter" he replied. "Yes it does" I argued but had no reply. I opened my eyes and looked at him but he was staring at the other side of the room. "Sherlock?" I said, sitting up and groaning in pain as I did so from the throbbing headache emerging and the dizziness still there. My groan made his eyes swivel round at me, seemingly worried for me, but quickly looked away again when he met my eyes. "Come on, tell me. Let me be there for you, please. Just let it out" I said. "No, John, you're the one in the hospital bed, I should be the one here for you, for gods sake" he shot back. "Sherlock, please" I said, emphasising my lack of energy in my voice and sounding as emotional as possible, hoping it'd help him open up. It worked. He sighed loudly and held eye contact again. "Of this" he stated simply. "Of what, Sherlock? You're not making any sense." I said.  He sighed again, "John, all my life, I've been slowly building up a wall around myself. I keep my emotions detached from everything. I've never let anyone in at all, not even my brother. Not since I was really little. Until yesterday." He explained. "Oh Sherlock" I said "why?"
"Because I can't. Even if I wanted to I'm too scared. But you. You're different."
"Thanks" I smirked "But why were you scared today?" I asked still not getting it. "Because yesterday I totally lost myself. I wasn't me. Not the me I'd made, the wall came down and today I had to face the consequences and I didn't want to" he admitted. "What consequences? Having to face me, talk to me?"
"John, please, you have to understand that I've never done this before. It's all new to me" he tried to explain. "Neither have I! I didn't even know that I was gay before yesterday!" I argued. "Me neither!" He admitted. "Ok,ok. So, do want this, or not?" I asked needing to know. He sighed, pondering his answer. "What is this?" He asked. "Sherlock- do you want a relationship with me or not!?" I practically shouted. He looked at me with wide eyes, shocked, before mumbling something so quietly I couldn't hear. "Pardon?"
"Yes!" He shouted at me. I smiled at him widely; "ok" I said before lying back down again and closing my eyes. "Wait, what?" He said but I kept my eyes shut. "Sherlock Holmes?" I whispered. "Yes?"
"I love you"
I heard him gasp and then stand up and edge his way closer to me. Soon enough, I felt him lean down next to me, his breath sending shivers down me. "I love you too, John Hamish Watson" he said into my ear in his deep, husk voice. And with him still there, I fell asleep again.
When I woke up again he was sat back in the chair he had been in, fast asleep. "Sherlock" I said, just loud enough to wake him up. "Mmm?" he mumbled, dazed.
"Come here" I said. He did as he was told and got up from his seat to stand next to me on the bed. I moved the railings on the side of my bed and shuffled sideways before pulling him by his arm down onto the bed next to me. I was sure he was stronger than me  while I was in this state, but he was still half asleep and I took him by surprise so he easily fell down. I pulled his head onto my chest and wrapped my arms around him. "Mmm. John, your parents, they'll be here soon" he mumbled sleepily. "I don't care. They'll find out sooner or later. Better sooner. Anyway, go to sleep, I imagine you didn't get much last night" I said, holding him tighter. Within a few minutes, I heard a soft snore, followed by another and another...