1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 11

(AN: Oh sorry bout the last chapter just had to leave you hanging AGAIN. Btw there is ONE swear word you will see if you look below just so you don't freak out if you don't enjoy swearing :3)

Sherlock

Two weeks have passed since John was shot. He was rushed to hospital, somehow, I don't know. It was all a blur.

But my John was alive. Just.

His strong heart kept beating, even though his stomach was perforated and he lost a large amount of blood. Apart from that, he was okay.

I visited that morning, like I have been for the past two weeks. The sight of him made me shudder, his face was a deathly pale - no life in him what so ever.

When I visited, I didn't really do much.

I sat. And stared. Waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to wake up.

And that morning, when I arrived, he was awake.

"John." I say, the same plain tone in my voice, as if nothing had happened.

"I thought you'd never come! Sit." He nods his head over to the chair.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"How does a pile of shit sound to you?" He smiles slightly.

"Reasonable." I reply.

"What actually happened? I mean, on the rooftop."

"Would you like the brief explanation?" John nods quickly before I even mention the long option.

"Moriarty. You. Gun. Bang. And now we're here." He chuckles again.

"Descriptive, Sherlock." He says while chuckling.

"John, I am new to this whole 'relationship' thing. I'm stuck and I don't want to block you out. Help? Please?" I say a little awkwardly, looking at his now coloured cheeks.

"Oh come here, you silly egg."

He shuffles over and I sit beside him, although I think I'm about to fall off the bed.

"Now... Kiss me. Just don't think about anything-"

Before he can finish the sentence I kiss him. He puts an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

We finally break away.

"That was-"

"Amazing?" I finish his sentence and we smile at each other. I finally have my John back.

(AN: Told you there would be happiness! Will be updating soon :3)