Sherlock: The Entitled

JOHN!

//////////SHERLOCKS POV////

•••this is a dream•••

"John!!" I screamed I saw over 20 johns appear all around me they all looked bloody with bullet wholes in the center of their foreheads. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry John!" I shouted as all of then screamed at me.

"SHERLOCK, SHERLOCK, SHERLOCK!!!"

I screamed holding my ears it the got bright and I came too.

••end of dream••

"Sherlock, Sherlock" John spoke while patting my cheeks.

I looked at him still half asleep realizing John didn't die, it was a trick.

"J-John?" He smiled "You look terrible, and smell too" I groan turning my head.

"Well it's good to see that you are back to being yourself..I think" he stood up. "We caught the guy who did this to you, he will be hanged for it"

"Good"

"Sherlock.. What do you remember?"

"You were d-dead" I tried to say sternly but I couldn't..what was this I was feeling.. It was stupid!

"So you don't remember "

"Remember what?" I looked at him "Did Lastrard take a video of me bleeding, he really doesn't like me does he?"

"No, he didn't he was just as scared as I was" he rubbed his eyes "Two days you were out cold"

"Felt like I had only slept" I say looking around the room.

Marry walked into the room and smiled "You should be ashamed of yourself, John hasn't left your side for the whole two days!"

"He didn't need to know that Marry..." He said taking the tea she brought with her.

"The whole two days? That wasn't needed" I said looking at him.

"Well Sherlock you were--" marry began to speak but John tapped her shoulder and shook his head.

"I was what, Marry?" I said looking at her. All I remembered was the nightmare and the pain.

"When you were awake or, barely you kept asking for John, you kept saying you were sorry in your sleep too"

"That was pain talking" I said

"Do you always think about John when your in pain Sherlock?" Marry laughed.

"I thought he was dead, me mourning for his supposed death is perfectly logical" I snapped

"Fine fine, considering what you went through I wouldn't blame you" she sipped her tea

"So hand me my cloths, I am ready to go" I said lifting up the blanket

"Woah woah Sherlock your still hurt, you can't leave until they say you can"

"Since when did hospitals become a dictatorship?" I laid back down looking at my chest I saw the bloody bandages reminding me of the pain...the whip..

"He got you good, you were bleeding everywhere" John said looking at the bandages

"Tell the doctor I am fine, I can leave whenever I choose" I tried standing up but fell back on my bed tried it again one more, but I fail again

"Give it one more day Sherlock, you need to heal a little more" Marry said touching my shoulder

"What for? I said I am fine"I say looking at her, I didn't want to stay here and I don't know why they wanted me to stay

"Please Sherlock, stay and get better" John looked at me with cold eyes I wanted to tell him no , but I couldn't.