He did it for you

Sentiment

John opened the door followed by Sherlock and Mary. Sherlock sat down on the sofa and Mary sat on the edge of it. John walked into Sherlock's bedroom leaving him and Mary alone.

"I know why Sherlock"

He furrowed his brows and stared at Mary in confusion.

"Contrary to John I'm not blind. You love him."

"Love is for boring people."

"And yet you still do."

Sherlock flipped himself over to try to block Mary out.

"He loves you, you know. I see it in the way he looks at you. He always talks about you, the genius, madman, best friend, the cases you've been on. It was incredibly hard for him to let you go. You can't tell me that there isn't something there. I've known since the day me and John met he loved you. It never bothered me. I told myself that if you ever came back by some miracle, that I'd be fine if he would be yours. It's up to you Sherlock."

Sherlock turned over and spoke.

"I-"

John walked into the room with an assortment of drugs.

"Dabbling in other poisons I see Sherlock."

Sherlock grunted in response.

"These are going in the trash you know. And until you are better you're under my supervision- I uh, if that's alright with you Mary."

"I don't mind. Goodnight boys."

Mary left the flat leaving silence.

John sat of the sofa opposite of Sherlock and grabbed his laptop from the table. A word document titled 'Sentiment' had recently been writ en. John's curiosity got the better of him and he hesitantly clicked on the file.

Sentiment, described as a feeling or emotion towards a situation or a person. I feel like sentiment is a disadvantage. A normal human brain often takes sentiment in with open arms, thus handicapping them. Lately I've felt the same way.

My mind palace is no longer a palace. It's deteriorated over the years, and sentiment is the cause. I know why this has happened of course, the other day he made it quite clear to me. Throughout the years my guard has lowered and I've become more... human as some would put it. It is a good thing and a bad thing. I no longer have to waste my time trying to figure out what's happened, but in the end it's caused more harm than good.

If that one person I cared about were to die, I probably would too. That one man is the most caring, trustworthy and honest man I know and he's changed me for the better. But now it's too late.

John quickly shut the laptop when he heard Sherlock shifting around.

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"Cold."

John grabbed a blanket and drapped it over Sherlock.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You're w-welcome."

Sherlock soon dozed off into a deep sleep, followed by a worried John.