*Sherlock POV*
"You're okay."
"I...I cant. Stop it...please..."
John instantly lets go of me, not moving as I stand and begin pacing the room.
"Sherlock..."
I stop suddenly, sitting on the floor against the wall and drawing my knees to my chest.
"Breathe, it'll pass. It'll be alright Sherlock, I promise."
I slowly make my way back to John, curling up in his lap and resting my head over his heart.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. This isnt your fault Sherlock."
"I called him last night."
"Because you were scared."
John inhales deeply, gently resting his head on mine and wrapping his arms around my chest.
"Is this okay?"
"Am I hurting you?"
"No. God no Sherlock. Dont ever worry about that."
"Lie down with me?"
John nods, gently picking me up and setting me down in his bed.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"Please. I...I dont want to be alone."
"Okay. I'll stay with you."
"T..thank you."
"Of course. Anything for you Sherlock."
I let him cover me up with the comforter, flinching again when John sits down beside me.
"Tell me if anything is too much, alright?"
"Please."
"Tell me what you need."
"You. I...I need you. Please."
John nods, lying down and letting me lie against his side.
"You're alright. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. Try to get some sleep. Please."
"Okay."
I lie still, still shaking whenever John touches me. He starts running his fingers through my hair, chuckling softly when he realizes this calms me down.
"Alright?"
"Yeah."
He nods again, letting himself fall asleep. I pass out soon after, the warmth of his body against mine comforting.
