John lost his eyesight during war... and his friends. Broken inside and outside he returns to England where he is forced to have a carer. However the carer seems a bit odd, who might it be?
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Contains harsh language!
"Here's the tea" Mrs. Hudson says. GoSh. I didn't saw that coming. I basically jumped up a bit. Which earned me a small laughter from Sherlock. Wow, so nice! Thank you for enjoying my pain. Wait, his laughter sound... Kind of... nice? NO! Don't you dare think about crushing on your freaking carer. But... His laught was really relaxing, with his dark voice and... NO ! I SAID STOP. Phew, prevented that. "Honey? " FuCk, that scared me again. And Sherlocks laughter even evolved, goddammit! "I am truly sorry" I say, my head turned to my lap. I mean I can't see anything, so why bother looking? "Your tea, it's getting cold." Mrs Hudson says. Oh my Gosh. How should I get the cup? Why? I just want my precious tea ;^; I slowly extand my hand, and took a hold of the table. Half of the mission is over. Now comes the worst part. I turn my hand till it's on the table, not grabbing the side and solwly creep forwards. I love to imagine the jaws theme music here. (a/n video) The cup, crying for help, scared to be killed. My hand in the role of the shark. Back to business. My hand touches the cup, slowly, I search the handle, taking it up and bring it to my mouth. I feel the sceptical eyes on me, asking if this guy wouldn't be best in an asylum. Exept for Molly. "No sugar?" Mrs Hudson is the first one to speak again. "No, thank you." I answer shortly, with a small smile in, what I hope is her direction. I take a sip. "Gosh, that's hot" "Maybe you should let it - " Sherlock starts, but by that time I had already taken another sip. Sherlock sighned. "Do you also have death wishes?" "For real?" "Well of course for real" Sherlock answers, his head in his palms as if it was the most reasonable thing on earth. "Kind of" The silence was like a wall, no one could break it. After what seemed years I feel a small, approving nod from Sherlock. "That's normal. No Molly it is, he had been in war, probably with some traumatic experiences-" Sherlock says. And as if he had hit the play button, pictures form in my head. My dead comerades, all the wounds I had seen... *Crash* The sound of my cup falling down wakes me up. My hands shake. Everyone looks at me, not very helpful. " Perfect Sherlock!" Molly whisper shouts at him. "How should I know how he reacts. He-" "Just stop, Sherlock." I feel arms embrace me, and a voice saying, that everything is fine. Nothing is fine. It never will be. After a few sevonds I also wrap my arms around the person. It's a she, kind of fragile. Probably Mrs Hudson. I feel her moving her hands, symbolising Molly and Sherlock something. A few minutes pass, nothing happens. Then I feel another pair of arms around me, small and feminine, must be Molly. Another few symbols. And again a few seconds of silence. Then I hear foot steps towards us. Don't tell me this will be a group cuddle. I don't have something against them, however... You know what, nevermind, I just enjoy it. I fell Sherlock on my othe side hugging us all too, kind of awkward. Then I notice some heat on Molly's side. Jep defently a crush. Wait how big is he!? He can embrace us all at once... Again I notice how small I am...
A/n Gosh, I love Mrs Hudson in here already uwu she's so cuuute! And the cuddeling scene, I was so happy writing this! This was now more of a fluff chapter. Anyway, see you <3 Pls vote and comment
If some one is curious, they hug kind of like this:
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