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Sherlock sat in an uncomfortable chair next to John's hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. He stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed and looked down at John's sleeping face. He wrinkled his eyebrows and kept walking around, almost as if he were studying him. Sherlock sat back down in the uncomfortable chair and got out his mobile and started typing furiously.
He's still not awake. SH
The phone buzzed not long after the message was sent. His brother assured him that John would wake up shortly, and that an appendectomy was nothing to worry about. Sherlock knew the risks of the surgery because all he had been doing that day was researching the risks of it. He was still not convinced.
He shot out of the chair in a huff and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He walked around to the other side of the bed again, and decided to touch John to see if he stirred. He extended his finger and touched John's cheek lightly. No response. He poked his finger a little harder, and again, nothing. Sherlock made a noise of frustration and went back over to the chair and plopped into it. He shifted around trying to get comfortable; he was completely unable to sit still.
Just as Sherlock was beginning to settle, John began to shift under his sheets. He opened his eyes slightly and blinked hard. When he opened his eyes, he squinted at Sherlock and then his face softened into a smile. Sherlock started to smile back, but he realized it was a smile that John had never used with him.
“Who are you?” John's voice was lower than normal and he spoke slowly with a sloppy seductive smile. Sherlock tried to refrain from letting his amusement show. “I'm Captain John Watson. Are you my nurse? How lucky am I?” John tried to wink, but epically failed considering the state that he was in. “You are quite a sight to see, sir.”
“I'm Sherlock Holmes. It's an honor to meet you... Captain John Watson.” He smiled at him.
“Sherlock.” He dragged out the syllables more than what was necessary. “That's such a mysterious name.”
Sherlock smiled again, showing his teeth this time. “Is that so?”
“You know,” John slurred. “When I get out of here, I'm going to take you to get some coffee...” John trailed off and closed his eyes, but they shot back open a few moments later. “With me. Coffee with me.”
“How could I refuse such a kind offer?” Sherlock said.
“Oh, you can't.” John gave him a lopsided smile. “I'm irresistible.”
Sherlock nodded in agreement as John's eyes fluttered shut, even though he fought to keep them open. He smiled to himself and laughed once through his nose. He sat there for a while staring at his hands, though his mind was elsewhere.
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The next day, Sherlock was wheeling John out of the hospital. “Did anyone hear me say anything embarrassing while I was drugged up?”
Sherlock helped him into the passenger seat. “Oh, just me.”
John's eyes widened slightly. “Oh, God, what did I say?”
He looked at John and he then knew what John was afraid of saying. “Don't worry, nothing you said in there changed anything.” He began. “You surely didn't say anything that I wouldn't agree with.” John smiled, but he made a face that said he didn't understand. Sherlock smiled and shut John's door. He turned away and his smile changed into something more somber, but that was only for a moment. He breathed in and walked to the driver's side of the car.