*Sherlock POV*
"Mycroft."
"Yes?"
I grin, excited that my hearing is returning slowly.
"Can we...can we see John now?"
His smile drops, mood instantly turning somber.
"Are you sure you want me to tell you where he went?"
"He promised he wouldnt leave me. Why did he?"
"He...he umm...he's in an...an institution right now. After they said you were gone, he lost it. Hasnt recovered since. They deamed him too unstable to be released from the hospital, and stuck him in an institution. Visitation isnt allowed yet, but I can make them let you in. He...he needs you. To know you're alright."
"Can you repeat about half of that?"
Mycroft sighs, hugging me tightly and repeating the basics to me.
"Fucking hell!"
"He's going to be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"He just needs to see you."
I nod, relaxing slightly as Mycroft continues talking.
"When can I see him?"
"Come here."
Mycroft makes me get out of bed, smiling when we realize I can walk already.
"That's good. Very good."
I turn around, startled to see a nurse watching us.
"You can get him released whenever."
"Thank you"
Mycroft grabs my arm to steady me, making me sit back down before he leaves the room to go get me signed out.
