Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 29 - Heartbeat

Sherlock's P.O.V;

311087, 311088, 311089, 311090.

This was the third day that I had stayed by John's side. It was the third day I had not left the hospital and it was the third day that I continued to count his heart beat.

311091, 311092, 311093...

Our fingers remained intertwined and I continued to whisper to him, telling him how much I loved him, how much I needed him. Without John I would not function, I could not function, all I needed was for him to wake up so he could hug me back and shower me in kisses. Until then I will continue to stay here, I'm not leaving until I get my doctor back. Mycroft had argued with me, telling me I must shower, I must shave and that I must eat but Gregory only tugged him out of the room in fear of causing a scene at my John's bedside.

311094, 311095...

Suddenly I felt John twitch bellow they woolen blanket. What was happening? Was he waking up? Is my John in pain again? I cannot allow this, do I call for help?

Oh God, John you'd know what to do...

I couldn't even care for myself, how would I care for another person, I needed John but he needed me more. I ran my thumbs over his knucles, I stroked his cheeks I even kissed his wounds and the fading love bites which were the only reminders of our passion beside our memories. I tried my best to soothe him but he just began to writhe below me more, the rate of his heartbeat continued to incerease and he began to perspire. I must call a nurse, better yet a doctor...

311096...

John bolted upright as his eyes shot open. He removed his hand from mine to grab fistfuls of the blanket, his mouth opened and closed frantically as he gasped for air. I couldn't move, frozen to the core, John, my John... he was back.

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It took me a minute to adjust to the new surge of life in the room but before I could comprehend the situation I had latched onto John's upper arm with a death grip, never would I ever let this man slip away from me again. His head rotated so that he was looking at me, but once our eyes met the panic drained from his face to be replaced by only love and admiration. His stiff exposure softened at my touch as he melted into me, as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the arm I had not yet encolsed in my embrace I pulled him further into me.

"John, my love, you're awake. You're finally awake. I love you, I love you so mu-"

"Sherlock, how long?"

I pressed my lips against his forehead and mumbled an almost incoherent reply of "for three days, my love". I could feel hot tears threatening to fall, with only John around I knew I could let that happen, I almost wanted him to see them so that he might just understand how much I needed him with me, holding me like he was now. I gently lowered him backwards to stop any pain that his new-currently healing-gunshot wound could possibly cause. He was once again lying on his bed and I now lay beside him having abandoned the uncomfortable leather armchair that was now empty beside us.

"Sherlock, you haven't slept have you?" I shook my head as he raised an arm to smooth my unruly curls, "please, sleep. For me, no complaining, I'm ok Sherlock. I'm going to be fine." He continued to whisper in my ear until I slowly drifted into a peacful slumber as I held onto my blogger, never letting go.

This was the comforting, loving and all round adorable man I had missed...