When can I see you again? Johnlock AU

no homo though

I woke up, still half dead due to the headache. Thanks.

"Why did he black out?"

"HUH?!"

Everything sounds so blurry. Who's talking? I don't know. I don't know and I don't like it. Not a bit. I hate being left out. I hate being in the dark. Hearing is one of my only ways to know where I am.

Don't take that away from me. Please. Just this one. Just... I taste something salty at the corner of my mouth. It takes me some, quite some time to realise it. It took more time to realise that they were tears.

And even more time that they were mine.

I hate living.

The blackness engulfs me yet again after that thought.

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"Guess it was too much to handle for him."

I open my eyes slightly after I heard that sound. Nothing. I panic and shoot up from the place where I was laying. Sweat covered.

"I... I can't-" realisation hits me like a truck. Then pain's worse. I can't see, that's what I wanted to say. Life sucks. With that I fall back into the couch. I guess. Like always I try to cheer myself up a bit trying to imagine the ugliest pattern on the couch I could. It helps, even if it is only a little bit.

"Are you alright?" A voice asks me and touches my shoulder lightly.

This startles me.

"DON'T. TOUCH. ME." I scream. Not when I don't know who you are. Not when I am not prepared.

My arm hits something soft. My head feels dizzy. Too much extra fries... I mean exercise.

The pain is like the feeling when Peter Parker dissolved into dust... Wait, who is peter parker? The fourth wall washes me away.

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"-ohn... John... wake up please..." the voice sounds nice. Like they would care about me. A nice thought.

I want to answer, but my mouth is too dry. The only sound I manage to make is the smacking of my lips. Dammit! I hate that so muchhhhhhh.

"Here..." a cold surface is pressed against my lips making me jumps. Even though I still drink a bit. Already tired of such action again. A cough rises up my throat.

It feels like hell and I can't breathe. I haven't opened my eyes yet. No need. (little did he know that he had his eyes open the whole time)

Rain hits my face. Rain? Aren't I inside? A sob reaches my ears. So they were tears...

"Get better soon, okay John?" Man this John must be happy, having so many friends. What an ass making his friend suffer

Yet again I cough.

Exhaustion hits me in the face, why does everything damn thing hit me? And I fall into a deep slumber only thinking 'Yeah, I am an ass."

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The next time I wake up I feel less dizzy. Phew, no roundabout today!

"Oh, are you awake?" A husky voice asks me. Sounds nice, that voice. No homo though. I don't answer, that person already knows so there is no need.

A wet towel touches my forehead. (Dr.) Strange I didn't flinch nor did I get surprised. Is that guy a magician? Anyway, I try to get up, but get pushed down before I even do so. Yeah, an annoying magician.

" You need to rest some more. You could blackout again and that would only be a bother." Harsh, but true.

Sherlock. That's his name. I remember now.

"Say John, why do you keep looking at the ceiling." Huh? My eyes were open? "They look so dead, nothing, no interest, no spark. Tell me why John, I can't seem to figure it out"

A/n Sorry... really guys, I just, I didn't have the motivation to write and I am so sorry. I won't promise anything about posting more, since it didn't do much last time, but I have a special planned out which I am excited about to write so... Maybe this time?