dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-10-01 20:52:00 |
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Without a Map
Title: Without a Map
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:Sherlock/John
Rating:PG
Word Count:221B
Notes: Continued from yesterday's drabble: Purple Elephants On Parade. Written for Prompt 64.) Map.
Friendship, was a lot like trying to navigate around London without a built in map in his head telling him where to go. It was his fault they were in this situation and it was his guilt that was choking him now.
John was seriously ill, in the should be in the hospital (but it was to dangerous with the people that were trying to kill them still at large) illness range.
Mycroft had arranged a safe house for them and a doctor that checked in on them.
The doctor had tried to take over the care of Sherlock's Doctor but Sherlock had growled and the woman had backed off.
She now just checked in on them every hour, monitoring John's floundering vitals and making notes on a file.
Sherlock had wanted to chuck her out all together when she started saying that John would die.
John couldn't die.
Not from this, not like this, not because Sherlock had been to egotistical to tell his best friend about the threats that had made against him. Not because Sherlock had failed to keep John safe. His doctor was a survivor, he'd make it through this.
He was still feverish, delusional, sweating and shivering. Sherlock changed John's bandages and bundled him in fresh blankets.
He stroked a shaking hand across John's fevered brow.