The Final Chapter

Getting Better

*Sherlock POV*

"Wake up daddy, its just a dream."

I open my eyes, seeing John lying beside me. William is shaking my shoulder, trying to wake me up.

"Will? What's wrong?"

"You started talking in your sleep. You sounded scared, so I woke you up."

"Thanks. Why are you up, what time is it?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I made some tea and brought it out here. I made you some too, here."

I slowly sit up, moving away from John to sit beside Will. He hands me a cup of still-hot tea, making sure I have it before pulling back.

"What were you dreaming about?"

It takes me a moment to think about my answer, I don't want to scare him.

"Its fine, was just a dream."

"Was it?"

"Yeah, it was. I'm fine."

"Okay."

"Why can't you sleep?"

"Same reason."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, its fine. How are you feeling?"

"I still feel like rubbish."

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

I shake my head, taking another sip of my tea.

"Do you know how crazy uncle Mike's kitchen is? Everything is so...organized and perfect."

"Yeah."

He laughs quietly, smiling for the first time in a few weeks. We finish our tea in semi-silence, only speaking a few times. I get up slowly, walking into the kitchen. William follows me, not leaving my side as I wash out our cups.

"You should go back to bed Will."

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to take you back to the room?"

"Yes."

I walk him back to the room, tucking him into bed beside Hamish.

"Night Will, I love you. Get some sleep."

"Love you too."

He rolls over, turning his back to the door. I leave the room quietly, heading back to the sitting room. John is still passed out, he hasn't moved since Will woke me up. I lie back down, groaning when I put too much weight on my arm.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're shaking, what happened?"

"Nothing, just a bad dream. I just put Will back to bed."

"You got up?"

"Yeah. I'm fine, just hurts a tad."

"Come here, you need to go back to sleep."

I lie against John, feeling him wrap his arms around me.

"Its okay, go to sleep."

He runs his fingers through my hair, calming me down enough to sleep. I pass out quickly, though I wake up again a few hours later. John is still sleeping, so he doesn't protest when I sit up. The light in the library is on, catching my attention. I slowly make my way down there, quietly opening the door. William is sleeping, sprawled out on the floor. He has a drawing pencil in his hand, sketchbook covered by his arm. I crouch down, carefully pulling the book out from under him. It is a half started sketch, one of a person. I look closer, realizing he had started to draw John. The sketch is lifelike, very well done. I flip through the book, grimacing when I see what he has drawn. Most of the sketches are recently done, pictures of the three of us. I see one of Hamish, barely awake, lying on the ground. His art is incredibly detailed, showing everything as he saw it. Most of the old work is drawings of our dogs, the newer drawings are of a few nights ago.

"Daddy?"

"Hey, yeah, its me."

"Don't touch that."

He reaches up and grabs his sketchbook from me, shutting it quickly.

"When did you start these?"

"The same night as you guys got hurt. I can't sleep anymore, so I draw instead."

"You need to get some sleep Will, come on."

He follows me out of the room, not letting go of his sketchbook.

"Do you want to lie down with us on the couch?"

"Yes."

I lie back down, letting William curl against my side. He falls asleep quickly, face pressed against my chest. I am unable to go back to sleep, so I lie awake and watch them sleep. Mycroft comes into the room a few hours later, when the sun is starting to come up, and helps me up.

"Did you sleep any?"

"A little. Not much."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm going to throw up again."

"Do you need to lie back down?"

"No, it'll pass. Help me to the kitchen?"

He slides his arm around my waist, helping me walk to the kitchen.

"Do you want food? Tea?"

"Tea."

"You're not going to eat?"

"No."

"You should try."

"Please Mycroft."

"Fine. I need you to eat by the end of the day though."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Don't do this right now Sherlock, you're going to hurt yourself more."

"Give me a week."

"Its not like the meds Sherlock, you need to be eating. You can't have a week for this, I'm giving you until the end of the day."

"Please, I need more time."

"No. I will take you back to the hospital if you don't cooperate."

"Fine. I'll try."

He hands me a cup of tea, turning back to clean up. I watch him closely, slowly drinking my tea.

"I want you to go get some sleep, we need to move you guys back to your house tonight."

I start shaking, we can't go back.

"Come on, you can lie down in the spare room."

Mycroft helps me back to the room, making sure I lie down before he leaves. Hamish is already up, gone from the room before we got here. The door opens again, and John walks in.

"Hey love. How are you feeling?"

"I dont want to go back."

"We have to Sherlock, lie back down."

He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me against him.

"You're still hot, drink some water."

I take the glass from him, taking a small sip of the water.

"How do you feel?"

"A tad better than yesterday. It hurts to breathe though."

He holds out his arms to me, taking the glass back before I lean against him.

"Go to sleep. I'm not leaving, I promise."

I curl against his side, trying to ignore the pain enough to sleep.