its been four weeks and sherlock hasn't killed anyone yet. he actually kind of likes it. john is now his best friend and they hang out all the time, and not because they share a room. sherlock befriended molly, finding she was a good person to hang out with. also the music group helped him come out of his shell a bit more since everyone was supporitive and no one judge you for wearing a turban or having cancer.

he was walking back to his room with molly since they just had lunch and john's doctor was in there and the girl from the picture. sherlock remembered she was john's sister, but didn't remember her name.

"can you give us a few more minutes?" john asked sherlock.

sherlock nodded and left their room, going to the lounge with molly. "what was that about?" molly asked as she sat down next to sherlock.

sherlock shrugged and looked at the room. "i'm not sure. it had to be serious though, his sister and doctor are both in there." plus the fact that it looked like john's entire soul was sucked out of him.

after twenty minutes, sherlock sae john's doctor come out of their room and waited a few more minutes before getting up and going into the room. "hey." he said softly, looking at the sibblings that were seperated.

"hey, sherlock." john said and smiled at him. "this is harry." he said and gestured to his sister.

the woman waved at sherlock. "i gotta get going." she said and pulled her coat on. "i'll be by tomorrow." she said to her brother and ruffled his hair before smiling at sherlock and leaving.

sherlock sat on his bed and looked at john. "so why were your sister and doctor here?" he asked.

john moved to the side of his bed so he was facing sherlock then sighed. "the tumor is progressing. rapidly." he said and looked into his lap. he was picking at his finger nails. sherlock had notcied he did that when he was nervous.

"oh." sherlock said softly.

john nodded. "i'll be going home in a few days. i kinda don't want to die here." he admited with a small chuckle.

sherlock felt his heart sink in his chest. john was leaving. he didn't want him to leave. "oh." sherlock repeated, looking down at the tiled floor.

john got up and took a stride to sherlock's bed, sitting next to him. he placed a heasitant hand on his knee, drawing sherlock to look up at him. "they said they could try to operate on it."

"but they can't."

"that's what i thought. they've been lying because my sister didn't want me to know." john said and laid back. "if i go through with it they said i could live, but then there'd be the chance that i'd remember nothing. i'd be a complete different person."

"how big is that chance?" sherlock asked, looking at the wall of john's art. will he still remember that he's an amazing artist?

"ninety seven percent." john responded with a sigh. "i want to do it. i want to do it, but i'm scared of losing my memory. i'm scared of forgetting you." john admitted.

sherlock slowly turned to john. "w-what?"

john sat up again. "i don't want to forget you." he said again, gaining eye contact with the boy next to him. he gently cupped sherlock's cheek with one hand. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly.

sherlock felt the tips of his ears warm up. he nodded slowly, then felt the soft pair of lips of john watson connect to his. he kissed back gently, not knowing what to do.

"i don't want to forget about you." john said again, in a whisper. "i want to keep you in my head, forever." he said and pecked sherlock's lips softly.

sherlock rested his forehead against john's, running his hands through his hair. it was softer than he thought. "you can just meet me over again." he said softly.

a small smile formed on the blond boy's face. "that'd be nice."

sherlock smiled softly with him. "you should do it."

"i am." john responded. "i'm going to go through with it."

the next day, john's sister came back and talked with him. sherlock came in, in the middle of their conversation and harry was crying, hugging her brother. then john said that sherlock was his boyfriend and harry lit up with excitment. she ate lunch in the canteen with the two, telling embarassing stories to sherlock about john. sherlock was laughing and smiling while john was a deep crimsion, sulking in his seat. after the stories were finished and lunch was eaten, the siblings went and talked to john's doctor while sherlock stayed in the room. he sat on john's bed, going through the boy's sketch books with permission this time while he waited for them to return. as he was flipping through the pages, sherlock found a few pages with a boy that looked like him. it was him, actually. one was him playing the violin and another was him just lying in bed on his phone and there was a third one of him, just lying in bed, in his mind palace. sherlock grabbed a sticky note off of john's desk and a pen, writing something down then sticking it to the page. he packed up the sketch books and put them back where they belonged. then he looked over the art wall again before he lay on john's bed.

john came back with just himself. "two days." he said and walked over to the boy in his bed, sitting on the edge. "surgery is in two days." he said sadly, looking at the boy.

sherlock sat up and hugged john, kissing his cheek. "we'll make the two days worth it."

john chuckled softly. "and what will we do?"

sherlock hummed softly. "whatever you want."

"really?" john asked and looked at sherlock.

"yes. but i do have an appointment tomorrow at nine, so other than that, we can do what ever you want."

john smiled and pecked sherlock's lips. "i kinda just wanna lay with you."

"then we can do that." sherlock said and let go of the blond, letting his body fall back onto the bed.

john got up and shut their room door before toeing off his shoes and getting in bed with sherlock. he laid next to him, letting sherlock rest his head on his chest and they talked. they talked and laughed and smiled and all john could think about is how bad it'll suck if he loses his memories of sherlock. it's alright though. sherlock would still be there, and they could become friends again. boyfriends again. that'd be nice.

the day of surgery, they shaved john's head. they shaved his blond fringe and sherlock almost cried. he loved john's soft, short hairs. now he was bald. he was bald and it looked weird and sherlock didn't like it. he spent the whole hour before john's surgery, mouring over the loss of his hair while john just sat there and laughed at him. then he promised sherlock he'd grow it back then it was time for surgery. 

durning the surgery, sherlock started to get sick. he left the waiting room and went back to the room, going into the bathroom and hunching himself over the toilet. it was just chunks at first, but then there was blood. there was blood and sherlock had never seen that before. he sat up and reached for the nurses call button with all the strength he had left, passing out on the floor. a nurse came in then called for more nurses. they loaded sherlock onto a gurney and took him into an emergency surgery.

after eight hours, john was put in a different room. the surgery went well. now all they had to do was wait for him to wake up.

as john was still knocked out, harry left and went to his other room, seeing if sherlock was in there, but he wasn't. and there was a man in there, packing up all of sherlock's things. "where's sherlock?" harry asked the man.

the auburn turned his head and looked at her. "they took him in for an emergency surgery and he didn't come out." he responded sadly.

"s-so he's dead?"

the auburn nodded.

"how? what happened?"

"a tumor had spread, creating more and more and eventually there was too much blockage. there was too much and they couldn't unblocm everything in time." he said then looked back at the bed where the bag of clothes was sitting.

harry thanked the man softly then walked back to john. she sat down next to his bed in the chair again, sighing heavily. it'd be great if he woke up and didn't remember sherlock right now.

once john woke up they ran tests. they ran tests to see what he remembered and he remembered everything and once ge was finished, they moved him back to his room and he notcied. his huge smile was gone once he saw that sherlock's side of the room was empty. "where is he?" he asked his sister, a hint of panic in his voice.

harry sighed and held her brother's hand. "while you were in sugery, he went into emergency surgery, but there was a lot of blockages cause by spreading tumors and they couldn't get them in time." harry looked at her brother and frowned. "i'm sorry." she said softly.

john shut his eyes tightly and stopped the tears. "no," he whined softly. "i remembered him. he was supposed to be here!" he sobbed.

harry got up and hugged her brother, letting him cry into her.

after two weeks, john was allowed to go home, but he still wasn't really over sherlock's death. he attended his funeral and met his family and they were nothing like he described them, but he did have the tendancy to over exaggerate things. they had a small gathering at the church for him after the funeral. all the kids from the music group were there and some of the people from the art group as well. they all loved sherlock. even if he was an utter cock, they still enjoyed his company.

as john was unpacking, he went through each of his sketch books, deciding which to keep and which to throw away because he had too many. he went through one of his recents and found the pictures of sherlock that he drew. he smiled down at the drawing, picturing the boy in his head. he flipped to the last one he drew and found a sticky note with the chicken scratch hand writing on it.

If you forget how to draw, i'm putting you in art class and I will pay for it. There's a lot we still have to figure out and unlike you, I'm still dying. I hope that doesn't change anything tho, this relationship is pretty sweet and I do have to say, you are quiet the catch, John Watson. In many alternate realaties and this one, your bestfriend/boyfriend, Sherlock <3

john smiled at the note, sniffling as he posted it on the picture frame of the boy and him.

so, i'm ending this book of oneshots, and i'll publish a new book in a few days, so hmu with some request and all that jazz cause i need some insperation.