Recovery from Reichenbach (Sherlock X Reader)

Broken

You still can't see him clearly, but you know it's him. His all too familiar voice panicks, he doesn't know what to think. You don't think he was prepared to find you in this state: broken.

You hear him get on his phone, putting it on speaker so he can check you. He checks your pulse and then shines a bright light in your eyes. After he makes sure you're not going to die for the time being, the person on the other end answers.

"Hello?"

"Come to Baker Street now!" Sherlock yells.

"Who is this?"

"Sherlock Holmes, now get over here now!" Sherlock stresses.

"You can't be Sherlock! He's dead!" The other end starts to yell.

"John, please," Sherlock cries.

There was a long silence on both ends and then John hangs up. Sherlock throws his phone on the couch and ruffles his curls in frustration.

"Sherlock," you whisper croakily.

He turns when he hears his name and rushes over to you.

"Why'd you do this to yourself, Y/N!" He whisper-shouts, tears were building up in both of your eyes.

"I couldn't live without you," you whine.

He muffles despairing sobs as he holds your hand. Just then, John walks through the door. He stops in his tracks when he sees you and Sherlock.

"Oh my god!" John says to himself.

"Well don't just stand there, help me with Y/N!" Sherlock orders, ignoring John's obvious surprise and anger. After being able to think, John sprints into action, starting to check my pulse.

"I already did that, just tell me what we need to do!" Sherlock panicks.

"Get her on the couch," John instructs, rather calmly, considering the situation. Sherlock easily lifts you onto the couch, covering you with a blanket.

John goes to the kitchen to retrieve some water. He lifts your head up to assist you in drinking. You drink the small cup and lay back, secretly yearning for drugs.

Suddenly you got what you hoped for. You started to feel overwhelmingly dizzy, and sleepy.

"What's happening to her," Sherlock asks starting to get worked up.

"Relax, Sherlock. It's just some medicine to help her sleep. The drugs will wear off in time as long as she takes care of herself," John reassures.

Sherlock lets out a sigh of relief as he turns back to you. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispers softly as he rubs your hand. That's the last thing you remember before giving into peaceful sleep.