It had been 7 hours since the paramedics had rushed Sherlock to hospital with the man he loved by his side. He was in his own private room, Mycroft’s orders. With his own private nurse and doctor on standby. He was stable, the substances being pumped out of his system as he laid in bed shirtless. He was still rather weak, tired, drained and after a while he began to slowly stir, groaning and breathing raspy. He felt a warmth beside him, though it hadn’t registered just yet and his hand was incredibly warm too but once again, it didn’t register. He stayed still, extremely exhausted and he didn’t make a sound, his voice not quite working yet.
A soft snoring sound was coming from beside his bed, slow and calm. And a smaller yet warmer hand holding onto Sherlock's. John's hand, in fact. Holding Sherlock's hand as he slept.
The poor man had been exhausted from watching the detective throughout the time he had been there. Worried yet concerned for the man he dearly loved. A small frown tugging at his features as he carried on sleeping.
After a few seconds of listening to the soft snores beside him, Sherlock made a noise of delight, one of pure emotion as he began to huskily sob, his voice harsh and rather horrible as he sobbed in delight, noticing that the man he loved was right beside him. His hand in John’s tightened as much it could which in fact wasn’t a lot at all but it was a sight noticeable difference. He could tell John was exhausted, most likely because he had watched him most of the time he had been here. Sherlock would tell John he loved him. As soon as they were home and alone and together. Because John had already admitted he loved him, and Sherlock had never felt so complete.
The noise caused the blogger's closed eyes to open fortunately, blinking a little as to help his focus to come back. His ocean blue eyes looking straight at the detective, a small smile on his face which faded when he heard the sob,
"Sherlock? You awake?" He asked curiously, his voice all hoarse and tired from sleep on the chair beside the detective.
Sherlock sobbed in mumbles even more when he heard John’s soothing voice, trying to pull their entwined hands closer to his body.
“Sssj.. sssy...” he slurred tiredly, his own voice groggy and thick. He was overwhelmed once again, his body drugged up with painkillers now which was making him tired and emotional. He was unbelievably happy however, that the man he loved was here and he finally could be able to tell him that he loved him more than life.
"Hey, it's okay.. it's okay, I'm here." John replied giving a reassuring squeeze of his hand and passed a cup of water with his freehand, "take this, it'll help your throat.." he offered gently.
Sherlock nodded as he raised a very shaky hand to the cup, trying to hold to it but he couldn’t.
“Sssj.. ssspp...” he slurred again, implying he needed help to drink it. His other hand stayed firmly in John’s, refusing to let go of it.
John took the gesture happily and helped Sherlock drink it. Smiling gently as he did. Feeling happier that Sherlock was feeling better yet slightly fickle that the detective had turned to drugs.
Sherlock hummed happily at the cool water, resting back into the bed. His ocean blue eyes never left John, the detective holding to his hand as he admired him.
“Sssjohn..” he whispered his name so softly even if it was slurred, the detective unbelievably happy he was here with him. After a moment a shaky hand raised to John’s cheek and he softly brushed his thumb over the warm cheek, blue eyes wide and admiring. John was home, he was everything.
John couldn't help but smile, placing the cup down on the bedside.
"Yes, I'm here.." he admired the detective's hand on his cheek, before leaning into it more, "I'm so glad we found you.." He mumbled softly, closing his eyes momentarily.
“Sssjohn...” Sherlock whispered again as he brushed his thumb over John’s cheek, sighing shakily as admired him deeply, blue eyes never leaving his.
“Ssssorry...” he slurred in a whisper after a moment. His hand didn’t leave John’s cheek, his own blue eyes filling the tears of joy and guilt once again.
"Hey, no.. no. It's okay.. don't cry," John spoke softly, placing his own hand on Sherlock's, which was on his cheek. "I understand, I kissed you at the wrong moment and it was overwhelming.." he added calmly, "I should be the one apologizing.."
Sherlock shook his head, blue eyes locked on John like he was the only thing in the room.
“Sssh.. ssno..” he whispered as he held John’s cheek still, thumb brushing over his cheek. He admired him intently, blue eyes full of water and admiration for him.
“Ssjohn..” he whispered again, heart warm and fluttering as he pulled John closer with his other shaky hand, wanting him as close as possible.
"What?" John asked, tilting his head a little before moving to place his head on the man's chest gently, gazing up at him as he held his hand.
Sherlock whimpered happily at this as his hand in John’s tightened a little even if he was extremely weak. There was the longest pause after it, his blue, warm eyes locked on John as he opened his mouth, the words delayed in his throat. But after a lot of courage, he finally said the words he had been wanting to say from the day they met.
“... ssss-I sslove ssyou...” he slurred. It wasn’t perfectly said, but the emotion and heart in the words overwhelmed the detective as he began to sob - happily, his free shaky hand raising over his mouth as he sobbed, closing his blue eyes.
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A Study In Sleep
Fanfiction-- It's been months since Sherlock has returned and he's beginning to feel something for his blogger. It first starts off with them both falling asleep on the sofa together and John not opening up about things. Will John open up and will they discov...
