John's P.O.V.
I wake up in the morning covered in a familiar peacoat. I frowned, fiddling with one of the buttons before shoving it off. I consider taking it with me, but I don't really feel like seeing him more than necessary.
I feel so done with everything. There is nothing else to do, other than sit next to Mary's side and hope she wakes up. But if she does wake up, will she ever forgive me? I let our daughter die. I wasn't there for her. I wasn't there for either of them.
As I sit down next to Mary, I stare at her peaceful sleeping face. It's the face she will probably have for the rest of her exsistence.
Existence....when was the last time I used life? Life suggested freedom, happyness, joy. Life would suggest you were actually living. This wasn't living. I wasn't living.
I heard a knock on the door, and looked up. A kindly looking doctor smiled at me and greeted me softly.
"Hey John. How are you today?"
I frowned, because this wasn't ussually how he adressed me. He ussually asked how Mary was doing, and I would tell him she was doing fine. Because she was fine. Just fine.
"Okay." What had changed? Why did he look so regretful? My heart clenched.
"John, I have to bring something up with you." I refuse to look up from Mary's face.
"John."
"Mmmm."
"John, it's been almost six months."
I reach out and take Mary's hand.
"There's no sign she's ever going to wake up."
The constant beep of the moniter is annoying. Isn't there a volume button?
"John, I would like to talk to you about taking her off of Life Support."
I clenched her hand and looked up at him. "What?"
His face softens, but it doesn't stop me from hating him. He wasn't doing anything to help her. He just let her lay here. "I think it's time to let Mary go."
"No." It's barely more than a whisper.
"What?" He leans forward, trying to catch what I said.
"NO." I stand up suddenly, shoving aside the stupid plastic green chair. Why did they feel the need to make everything green? Didn't they understand the colour green was that of sickness?
"John." He tries to lay a hand on my shoulder, but I shove him aside, almost knocking him down.
I'm not sure where I'm going, but then agian, am I every?
Sherlock's P.O.V.
I'm in my mind palace when I hear someone burst through the door.
"Mrs. Hudson, not now."
But when I open my eyes, it's not Mrs. Hudson. It's a frantic John, his hair dishevled, his eyes wild, his hands curled up in fists at his sides.
"John, good god, did you run here?"
He seems to freeze for a minute, but then he opens his mouth and the words rush out.
"They'regoingtotakeMaryoffLIfeSupport."
The world freezes for a minute, and the first image of Mary I ever had pops in. But as I try to think of anything else, all I can see is Mary's gravestone sitting right next to Sherlock's. I'm grabbing my coat and pulling John down with me before John can blink.
***
John's P.O.V.
It's almost amusing if I had the capability of being amused. The doctor is cowering and Sherlock looks furious.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT." Sherlock thundered, and a nurse looked over, alarmed. I narrowed my eyes and she kept on walking.
"Sir, it was just a suggestion, and due to Mary's situation-"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HER CONDITION. SHE IS STAYING ON LIFE SUPPORT."
I have never seen Sherlock like this. The doctor shrinks back.
"I had to bring it up, sir."
"Well don't." Sherlock snapped, before swishing his coat and grabbing my wrist. "Come on, John." ****
We end up back at 221B. I frown, because I thought he was taking me home.
"Sherlock?" I asked. He grabs some sheets out of the closet and starts shoving them on the couch.
"You're staying here." I don't question him, but then frown.
"Sherlock, I do have a bedroom."
He doesn't look at me. "You can take the bed. I used your room for experiments."
Right. He turns and his mouth is open, like he's going to say something, but then he snaps his mouth shut and his face closes off. He leaves with nothing but a swish of a coat.
HEY HEY BUNNIES. I hope you like this. I promise you, it will get better. :) I don't know about you, but I think that doctor had it coming.
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