The Final Chapter

One Out, One Left

*John POV*

Sherlock is still shaking badly, scaring the boys. They pull away from him, staring wide eyed as he tries to calm down. I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles on the back of Sherlocks hand.

"You're okay."

He nods, inhaling deeply. The boys slowly sit back down, leaning against Sherlocks sides.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Hamish looks up at Sherlock, clearly concerned.

"Are you sure? You dont look okay."

"I'm fine Hamish. How are you feeling?"

"My head still hurts. I'm okay though."

Sherlock hugs both of them again, still shaking. Every few seconds he reaches out, touching a sleeve or a hand to make sure we are still here. I grab his hand the next time he goes to touch my arm, lacing my fingers through his.

"You're okay, everyone is here. Relax, please."

"Yeah."

His breathing is still uneven, though he does look less worried now that he has someone to hold onto. William pulls on Sherlocks other hand, turning his arm over.

"What happened to the stuff that was on your arm yesterday?"

"They took it off."

"Why is your arm hurt?"

I pull Williams hand away from Sherlocks, gently turning Sherlocks arm back over. He looks pleadingly over at me, asking a silent question. I get up quickly, pulling the boys away from Sherlock.

"Come out here with uncle Mycroft, I need to stay here. Okay?"

They follow me out, running over to Mycroft when they see him.

"Is he okay?"

"No, I need you to watch them so I can get back in there."

"Sure, call me if you need anything."

"Thank you."

He leads them down the hall, looking back at me before turning the corner. I quickly step back into the room, trying to calm myself before I sit beside Sherlock.

"Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't want them to know, they can't find out what happened."

I tense up, Hamish knows part of what happened.

"Sherlock..."

"Which one?"

"Hamish."

"H...how much?"

"Not everything."

"How much?"

"Calm down, you can't yell like that."

"How much does he know?"

"Only what he saw Moriarty doing to you."

"What did he see?"

"He told me what happened."

"John! Please, what does he know?"

"He watched Moriarty cut you, all the old scars. They had to hide downstairs until William could pull Hamish up to our room."

"How long?"

"About thirty minutes. How many did he re open?"

"Most of them."