Sherlock: The Entitled

Perfectly Fine

I woke up to John in my face, the room spinning I couldn't talk, all I felt was a sharp pain in my arm.

"Joohhnn?"the words swirl around as a felt tired again, I couldn't bare the thought of an another dream..

"Sherlock I am here, I'm here" he placed his hand on my arm.

"Don't...let me fall asleep" I slurred, I couldn't imagine why I was like this, it was terrifying.

"Sherlock, your asleep now" he said quietly as the corks swirled around me in a calming way, I slept peacefully.

~2 hours later~

My eyes opened to see John asleep in the chair, I turned on the tv and watched it calmly thinking about what had been going on.

I am traumatized? Well I have been through worse pain wise, but loss ing things I cared about only happened 2 times.

When I was a child about 10 years I had a dog named Redbeard, he had long chocolate fur and I cared for him, he was my only friend as a child and I grew quite attached to him. When we put Redbeard down I was very upset cause I loved that dog. Mycroft saw it as a weakness but I loved that dog. Maybe I did have a heart but I didn't care for much, John and..that's about it, I don't want anybody to her hurt but how would it affect me? I guess I care for Marry but considering she shot me is a little set back on trust..also since she is caring for Johns child inside of her I would protect them..

(Ok this is a authors little thing to help you.. When I put this : in front of sentences it means Sherlocks voices inside if his head are talking)

:don't get involved: "I'm not involved, and shut up" I said rubbing my eyes.

"What?" John said waking up, I had forgot he had been asleep right next to me.

"Oh, sorry to wake you up just...talking to myself" I said :I am far from you: "Shut up!" I said loudly

"I am sorry.." John laughed a little

"No not you... Never mind" I sighed

"Then who?"

"Nobody John"

He looked confused as he brushed it off, "the doctors said you could leave tomorrow" he said

"And I am sure I would have been let go today.. If that little fit I had didn't happen, correct?"

"Right as always" he gave a small smile and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What is it John?" I turned down the television and looked at him.

He shook his head "I should ask you, what happened?"

"Nothing, just the medication it's happened all the time" a nurse came in with a food tray, and a few pills.

"No Sherlock, I know there is something wrong " he looked at me and sat on his hands "And out of all people, you will tell me"

"Why would I do that?"

"Cause you trust me"

"Well sorry to disappoint you, I'm perfectly fine" I took a sip of water as I took the pills, "In fact I am not bored as of right now"

"Sherlock"

"John, I am fine" I picked up my fork and started to eat.

"Fine, I wouldn't think you were cause I have seen you cry twice this week!"

"Like I said, perfectly fine" I took another bite of food :why are you lying to him?: "I SAID SHUT UP"

"Sherlock I don't know what's going on with you buts it's not 'fine' alright?" He stood up and pontes at me "I know you, weather you think I do or not, you can fool the doctors but you sure as hell can't fool me, not now"

"I see, well then how about I choose not to tell you?"

"Yeah, sure" he walked out the door in a rage.

:Now you've done it: "SHUT UP! your no even REAL" I clenched my ears.

I turned down my morphine to make me feel a little sane...er

I breathed deeply cause tomorrow I would have another case to take my mind off of it.