dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-28 13:58:00 |
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Blood and Blankets Part 2
Title: Blood and Blankets Part 2
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count:300
Notes: So one of the extraction sites is still being stubborn and bloody so I can't get the rest I want. So here is the answer to prompt 45.) drown. Continues Yesterday's drabble Blood and Blankets Part One
Blood and Blankets Part 2
Sherlock was drowning and the only one who knew how to throw him a life preserver was currently away. His mind first said he was gone but he couldn't be gone. Sherlock had never thanked John for being his friend, for being loyal, for taking care of Sherlock, for caring... for being his brave perfect John.
In the waiting room, Sherlock kept staring at his hands that were still coated in blood because he wouldn't leave to wash them not for anyone. He wouldn't leave this room until he knew how John was and after that he wouldn't leave John until it was time for them to go home.
They would go home. The two of them in their flat, laughing together as John made Sherlock watch classic crap telly and Sherlock made fun of it. The two of them talking about everything and anything, knowing that the wouldn't be belittled or teased for their thoughts. The two of them, as it should be.
They were a pair. They were Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. They were like protons and neutrons, trigonometry and calculus...
He couldn't go back to how he was before. He'd thought that he was content that he didn't need anyone but then John had come into his life and proven him wrong and shattered the walls around his heart and soul.
He needed John. He needed the way John could effortless swim through not only his own emotions but Sherlock's as well. The way that even when Sherlock was in the blackest of moods, John could pull him out it and into smiling. His John, the sun in which his solar system revolved around.
John had been in surgery for thirteen hours and Sherlock was drowning without him.
'Wake up soon, John' Sherlock thought, 'I can't cope without you.'