Johnlock; Rehab

221B

SHERLOCK

I watched John- enthralled by his perseverance- as he argued his case with the head nurse. Finally, she gave in and allowed me to stay with him until I had fully recovered. Next, John moved on to quickly rifling through the medicine cupboards for a few things he thought might help my headache. When he was satisfied, he gestured for me to follow him, before realising I still wasn't in much of a mobile state.

"One second." he said, striding over to support me. He placed his arm around my back and allowed me to use him as a support. I leant in to his short but surprisingly strong figure. Gradually, we made our way to the edge of the pavement in front of the hospital and hailed a cab.

"Where are we headed?" The cabbie asked joyfully as we entered.

John looked expectantly at me and I called to the cabbie "221B Baker Street", not taking my eyes off John for even a moment.

Once we arrived, John kindly paid the cabbie and once helped me to make my way across the pavement. I internally rejoiced that Mycroft hadn't decided to pay me another surprise visit.

"Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive." John said, admiring the surroundings.

"Oh, Mrs Hudson, the landlady, she's giving me a special deal. Owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out." I explained, my strength was returning by this point.

John turned to me, amazed. "Sorry – you stopped her husband being executed?"

"Oh no." I smirked, "I ensured it." Before he had a chance to reply we were interrupted by the front door opening to reveal Mrs Hudson.

"Sherlock, hello." She greeted me joyfully, holding her arms out to hug me. I leant over to hug her briefly before stepping aside to present John to her. "Mrs Hudson, Doctor John Watson. He's overlooking my treatment until I recover."

"Hello. Come in." Mrs Hudson smiled to John, gesturing for him to step inside. "What do you think, then, Doctor Watson? There's another bedroom upstairs if you'll be needing two bedrooms." she told John as we entered the living room.

"Of course we'll be needing two." John laughed, looking over at me, expecting me to confirm this but I was already busying myself with tidying up the mantelpiece.

"Oh, don't worry; there's all sorts round here." Mrs Hudson reassured him, then dropping her voice to a whisper she said "Mrs Turner next door's got married ones."

"Thank you, Mrs Hudson." I finally piped in, "But Doctor Watson needs to get to work. I'm not going to be cured all by myself."

"Oh, sorry boys" she winked apologetically. "I'll be off" she chirped, leaving the flat and closing the door behind her.

Sighing deeply in the relief of silence I took a seat on my black sofa and swung my legs over the arm so that I was lying down on it. I was absolutely shattered and I could feel sleep creeping up on me. Fighting the flood of exhaustion I turned to John and told him I would sleep on the sofa tonight but he could go ahead and settle down in a bedroom upstairs. He shuffled his feet and shook his head.

"I'm going to be staying down here." He argued. "You need to be watched with a careful eye." Then, he swept his eyes across the room and seemed satisfied as he spotted an old armchair in the corner. It was a rather ugly red and grey one but he pulled it into the centre of the room and placed it opposite mine. Brushing off the dust, he took a seat and stretched his legs out. I shrugged; if he wanted to uncomfortable all night that was his choice.

"Night, Doctor Watson." I said, closing my eyes, asleep before I catch his reply.