*John POV*
Its been a week now, if I'm judging properly by the meal frequency and my medications, but it feels more like years have passed. Sleep never comes, just a constant haze of nightmarish terror that drowns out everything else.
"Mr. Watson?"
I turn slowly, not responding to the nurse as she walks over to me.
"Sit down please."
"No."
"Mr. Watson, I need you to sit down please."
"And I said no!"
"Calm down. We're only trying to help you."
"Go away."
"I may need backup, he isnt cooperating."
I turn back to face her, irritated that they are trying to medicate me again.
"I dont fucking need this! Any of it!"
"Please, calm down."
She backs up as I walk towards her, closing the door in my face and calling for someone to bring more sedatives back. The door opens again, two more people helping to restrain me as a third walks over with a needle.
"Get off of me!"
"Calm down. We don't have to do this, but you need to stop."
I keep struggling, able to move just enough to prevent them from sedating me just yet. Someone manages to pin me down as another person grabs my arm and pins it to the ground.
"Stop! Please!"
Someone walks into the room suddenly, managing to pull the doctors off of me.
"Leave him alone! Fucking hell!"
"Sh...Sherlock?"
"John..."
I scramble backwards, avoiding contact with Sherlock. Not Sherlock. Hes not real. He's gone. Forever.
"Its alright."
"Youre not real."
I curl up in a ball, covering my head with my arms and rocking slowly back and forth on the floor.
"Sherlock, be careful."
Mycroft walks in, gently picking Sherlock up off the floor.
"No! Let me stay! Please Mycroft..."
"Okay. Alright. Five more minutes."
Sherlock slowly walks towards me, sitting on the floor and carefully reaches out to touch me. I lean against his side, still not believing this is real. It cant be. Its not.
