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Sherlock is in his chair, sleeping in only a black button up and his casual black jeans. His bandaged arms exposed. John, sleeping in the chair opposite, in similar attire. Blue button up and grey trousers. John is awake.
He studies Sherlock intensely before moving to wake him up.
"Sherlock."
He shakes his shoulder
"Sherlock"
"Hm"
Sherlock replies with a tired grunt. His eyes slowly open and stir around the room before fixating back on John.
John glances down at Sherlocks bandages where the blood was starting to creep through.
"Sherlock, you're still bleeding. We have to take you to hospital"
Sherlock was instantly awakened by this.
"No. No hospitals. I'll just go-"
Sherlock attempts to stand up, but before he can make it to an upright position he falls back into the chair.
"Sherlock please-"
"No!
...
No John, I've got it"
John watches as Sherlock carefully steadies himself and cautiously moves towards the bathroom.
John's POV
I watch Sherlock half-stumble towards the bathroom and trip over the doorframe. His body falls in slow motion, hitting the ground with a loud thump.
"Sherlock!?"
I yell, panicking. I race towards where hes lying on the floor and carefully drag him against the wall.
"get the bandages"
He says weakly. His voice wavers and slowly dies out.
I can't loose him again please sherlock.
"No, no come on we can get a taxi or I can call-"
"John"
I sigh, moving towards the cabinet and replacing the gauze wrap into my hand.
Carefully I remove the previous bloody bandages, moving them to a plastic bag. Sherlock winces in pain as I remove the last layers and I wince as well at the gory sight of the wound. Taking a wet towel I move across the skin to clean the excess blood.
"John-"
Sherlock grunts in pain.
"I know I'm sorry"
I take the clean roll and wrap it around his hands, his wrists, and securing it on his upper forearm just below the elbow.
Sherlock glances at me, then back at his arms.
"Well, now you look cool. Attributes to your goth-like style"
He chuckles slightly before moving to try to get up.
Sherlock's POV
I move my arm to the floor, my hand placed on the ground.
"No, no no. Stay still"
John says to me, his hands reaching for my shoulders, hovering a few inches. I can't stay. I've got things to accomplish and cases to solve.
"I have to- the terrorists-"
I breath heavily as my vision blurs. I hadn't realized just how painful this has become. John moves my body onto the floor, his hands wrap around me. I am too weak to try to push him away. My limbs feel heavy as I slip into an unconscious state.
Third person pov
John carefully picks up sherlock, struggling slightly and almost toppling over in the cause of his not-fully-healed leg. He manages to get sherlock back onto his bed, where clean sheets that he had places before cling tight to the mattress. Sherlock's limp body wraps around the shape of the bundle of blankets, and John moves them around him. Just before leaving, he moves his hand to Sherlock's neck, his lips to his lips, and for a few seconds he plants a kiss onto Sherlock, but Sherlock still unconscious, doesn't stir.
-the next day-
John is in the kitchen, whistling, making...eggs?
"Morning"
Sherlock, confused and still half-asleep replies with a grumble of;
"Morning, John"
John is in a fresh pair of clean clothes, while Sherlock's clothes are still on from last night.
"You feeling any better?"
"Mm"
Sherlock grunts sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he walks to the bathroom.
The door closes, but not clicks...
A few moments later Sherlock's body falls to the ground in an audible crash against the sink and cabinets. John, done with his breakfast making, comes rushing to the door. Knocking before entering.
"Sherlock? I'm coming in"
He opens the door to find Sherlock's outstretched arm attempting to reach for the bandages.
"John"
Sherlock breathes heavily.
"Sherlock... What?"
"Help me with this, would you?"
"O-of course"
John grabs the gauze from the cabinet and leads Sherlock into a more comfortable position on the floor. In similar routine as the day prior, John removes the bloodstained bandages, disposed of them, before replacing where they used to be with clean ones.
"Been doing a lot of this lately"
John says flatly.
Sherlock glances at his face in an attempt to read his expression, but says nothing aside from a vocal wince in pain.
"Sherlock, I mean...are you okay?"
John asks with concern. Sherlock responds with a grunt and the words:
"John please, I'm sitting on the bathroom floor with my arms barely usable from the elbow down."
John nods to this, and finishes wrapping Sherlock's arms before standing back up and moving into the living room.
"John?"
Sherlock asks from where he sits, unable to move his arms to stand by himself
"John!?"
He asks louder, but before he can utter another word, gunshots echo from downstairs. John must seem to notice because his feet can be heard moving towards where Sherlock is placed on the floor.
"Sherlock?"
More gunshots come, and the footsteps suddenly stop, causing a body to hit the floor.
"Sh-sher-"
Sherlock, unable to move, frozen from both fear, shock, and pain, doesn't dare say a word, but instead waits. He waits, waits for the right time, waits for when the gun-bearer is sure to have left, before shouting his name...
"John!"
Sherlock frantically worms across the floor, using the sink to prop himself onto his feet. The pain is unnoticeable in his panic as he stumbles towards John's body.
"John?"
Sherlock whispers as he watches John squirm in pain. He moves his hands to John's open wound on his stomach, applying as much pressure as possible.
"sh-sherlock...you'll, you'll hurt y-yourself"
John grunts out quietly.
"John?"
A female voice asks from behind them.
"Mrs Hudson, call the police"
Sherlock replies frantically.
Mrs Hudson moves towards her phone, dialing the number...
-15 minutes later-
John's POV
My head pounds and my pulse is found in a wound by my stomach. I can't see anything clearly, its all blurred. It takes me a moment before I realize that I'm moving, quite quickly, down a long hallway. My vision half-clears and I notice a dark figure rushing beside me. Sherlock..? Moments later I drift back into unconsciousness...and confusion.