1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 20

(AN: I'm back! Hope you like it!)

John

As soon as I hear those words, I hang up and manage to find a cab to take me to the hospital. He's awake, and that means we can stop Moriarty sooner.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I push the doors open and rush through the corridor, ignoring that basically everyone is staring at me.

I already knew what room he was in, so I was able to find my way there fairly quickly.

"John." Sherlock says, his voice weak.

"I'm here, don't worry... Everything's fine." I take a seat next to him, his hand in mine.

"We need to stop him before he hurts anyone else, John." He grunts in pain when he moves slightly.

"No, don't think about that right at the moment, Sherlock. Yes, we need to stop a killer, but that's not at the top of my list right now." He frowns.

"What do you mean 'not the top of your list'?" He asks, still frowning at me.

"Right now, the person at the top of my list is you. Because you almost got blown up, you're hurt and I don't want to get us in any more danger. You must understand, Sherlock, that we can't do anything until you are better." I sit back in my chair, eyeing him carefully.

"We can figure out some type of plan... Or whatever you do best. But no putting ourselves at risk, alright?" I say.

He simply nods.

At least I get some type of understanding.

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Sherlock

I was bored. 

Bored of people coming in and asking me questions about my wellbeing. 

Finally, sometime in the afternoon, I was discharged. 

"John, we at least need a plan." I sighed, looking at him hopefully. 

"No, Sherlock. We need to get you back to the flat first. Then we can stop Moriarty." He says with a casual tone. 

"I don't care about mmy health, John." I snap, turning away from him. 

We walk up the stairs in silence. Clearly, it seems as though I've hurt his feelings. 

"Oh Sherlock! How are you? It's so nice to have you home!" Mrs Hudson exclaims, putting down her scrubbing brush. 

"What's wrong?" She asks after neither of us reply. 

Silence. 

She mutters something along the lines of 'never mind' and continues washing up. John sits down in his chair, not looking over to me. 

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John

"I'm sorry, John," Sherlock finally spoke, lifting his head. "For turning away from you when you were worried about me. I must've hurt your... Feelings." He says, shuffling over so I can sit next to him on the couch. He takes my hand and puts it in his, our fingers intertwining. 

"Just shoot Moriarty in the bloody head." I say with a small laugh.

"That would be too obvious." He says, leaning his head against mine. 

"No it wouldn't." My voice is barley a whisper. 

We turn to face each other, our foreheads touching.

"Just as long as you don't get hurt." Sherlock whispers.

We kiss, and all that mattered in the world faded away... Except for me and him.

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Next day

"Sherlock?" I call, walking down the hallway.

He must be downstairs somewhere. 

"Sherlock?" I say again, a little quieter. 

I walk over to the table to find a note. 

I'm sorry John. 

"No..." 

He's gone to track Moriarty down. 

(AN: Well... The last few chapters are coming. :D)