The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 24

Heyyyyy! So, I'm back, and I finally updated! Sorry it took so long! Hopefully you like this chapter! I thought you guys would like a song with it, so I chose a song I really like and makes me think about this fanfiction for some reason :p. I'll probably start putting songs with each chapter, if you guys want me to :) Anyway, I hope you like it, and feed backs always awesome!

-Lydia

John wouldn't wake up, even when Sherlock screamed. He was still breathing, yes, but last night when Sherlock brought him home, he went straight to bed after the conversation him and Sherlock had. Sherlock just thought he was tired, but now he wish he would've checked John for any injures. Mrs.Hudson ran up the stairs when she heard Sherlock shouting, thinking John and Sherlock got in another fight. "Sherlock, whats wrong?" She asked as she walked into their flat. Sherlock looked up at her, unblinking and emotionless. "Mrs.Hudson, John wont wake up." Sherlock barely whispered, shaking. Mrs.Hudson looked at him and nodded her head. "If your shouting isn't going to wake him up, nothing will. Why don't you call a ambulance?" She asked in a sympathetic voice. Sherlock nodded and picked up the phone. "Could you do it?" Sherlock asked, pitifully. Mrs.Hudson nodded and grabbed the phone. Sherlock smiled at her and ran towards Johns room.

He sat down on the bed next to John and kissed his forehead gently. "What happened to us, John? I hate this. This isn't us, the constant fighting. I just want to go back to normal." Sherlock said as he held Johns hand. "I'm sorry, I truly am. I cant lose you..." Sherlock whimpered, whipping his eyes like a five year old. "You'll wake up. You have to, for me." Sherlock said, tears slowly rolling down his face.

It felt like hours before a ambulance came, and they had to pry Sherlock away from John. "Please, let me go with him. I cant leave him." Sherlock sobbed, looking pitifully. The nurse rolled her eyes. "Are you related to him in anyway?" She asked as the others loaded John on to a gurney. "I'm his boyfriend, does that count?" Sherlock asked, standing up. "Sure, but you'll need to hurry up before they leave." She said, walking out. Sherlock grabbed his coat and raced down the stairs, straight into the ambulance and next to John.

They got to the hospital quickly, rushing John in and shouting things Sherlock didn't understand. He tried to follow them back, but a nurse ushered him into the waiting room. "Sir, we need you to wait here." She said, sitting him down. "But that's the love of my life back there, dying!" Sherlock yelled, shaking. "I understand sit, but his is very ill, and I'll tell you when you can see him, okay?" Sherlock nodded and rubbed his face in his hands. He looked at his watch and saw it was 7:30 AM. He looked around and saw many people looking how he felt. Exhausted, Sick, Helpless, Worthless. He leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes tight, cutting the tears off.

He must've fallen asleep, because the nurse from earlier was shaking him awake. "You're here for Mr.Watson, correct?" She asked, smiling. "Yes, yes. Is he okay?" Sherlock asked, straighten out in his seat. "Yes, you can go back and see him now, if you'd like." She said, moving her hand towards the door. Sherlock stood up and followed her to a room and walked in. "Is he awake?" He asked the nurse quietly. "No, he is in a coma we believe. He'll be alright. There is no brain damage we can see. I'll leave you two alone now." She said and walked out.

Sherlock looked at John and swallowed. "John?" Sherlock said as he sat down in the chair next to the bed. "I have no clue if you can hear me or not, but if you can, listen, please. I wont keep you with me if your unhappy. If you want to leave, fine, but I'll always care about you. You just have to wake up, please. You cant leave this world without knowing that you'll be missed dearly by so many. I thought this would be easy, but if anything's worth fighting for, it's me and you." Sherlock finished, crying. "God damn it, John. I love you so much." Sherlock sobbed.

It wasn't even a moment later, when John's eyes fluttered open to see a crying Sherlock. "Sh-Sherlock? Is that you?" John whispered. Sherlock looked up. "John? John!" He said, throwing himself onto Johns arms. John sat there, holding Sherlock. He looked up from the blanket and into Johns eyes. "I love you. So much." Sherlock said, shaking. "Whats wrong? Am I gonna die or something?" John asked, worry in his face. "No, I wouldn't let you die." Sherlock joked, then kissed John. "Push Moriarty out of our life, please, John." Sherlock whispered to him, holding his face.

John nodded, still very confused. "Was I gonna die or something?" He asked Sherlock. "I thought you were." Sherlock admitted. John smiled at him. "But I'm not, am I? Its gonna be okay, I promise. I'll leave Moriarty for good, I promise." John reassured Sherlock, holding his hand. Sherlock nodded lying his head back on Johns chest, listening to his heart as a child would to his mother.