Two Days Later

Sherlock

I watch from afar as John types on his computer. Lord knows what about.

"What Sherlock." John sounds angry but his eyes say something different.

"I'm bored." I admit only to have John role his eyes and go back to his blog.

I plop down on the couch and close my eyes. Maybe my mind palace could entertain me for the time being.

John

I glance over at Sherlock only to notice his hands slightly trembling.

"Sherlock you okay?"

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Sherlock's hands fly over his mouth as we stare into each other's eyes.

Sherlock breaks our gaze by running off into his room. I sigh and run my hands through my hair.

Mrs. Hudson's story of the first time this happened floods into my memory.

A door slams from somewhere upstairs seconds after the sound of a mirror shattering is heard.

Both Mrs. Hudson and myself run upstairs and my heart stops when I realize the bathroom door is locked.

"Sherlock! Sherlock let me in!" This is pointless.

"Mrs. Hudson go call Mycroft." I order and she glances at the door. "But John Sherlock wouldn't-"

"I said go call Mycroft." This time my landlady listens.

To my suprise it only takes minutes for Mycroft to show up. I finish picking the bathroom lock and when the door opens my heart shatters.

My poor Sherlock is shaking from crying so hard and the mirror is shattered right where Sherlock's head would be. His fist still clenched from punching the mirror.

"I should've warned you." Mycroft whispers before shoving me towards Sherlock.

I wrap my arms around Sherlock and try to hold our weight as we sit. Sherlock's silent sobs turn to real ones.

"W-w-what's w-w-wrong w-with m-me!" Sherlock sobs into my shoulder.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong with-" Sherlock shoves me away from him.

"I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT ANYMORE! I JUST W-" Mycroft coming into view causes Sherlock to stop.

"You're ok Sherlock. I need you to focus and take deep breaths." Mycroft helps Sherlock out of what must've been a panic attack.

I wrap my arm around Mrs. Hudson who just sighs.

"W-why does this hurt so much?" Sherlock asks and Mycroft glances back at me.

"Well brother dear I was asking myself the same question a few nights ago. But I'm not lying when I say that man right there would give his life for you. And I know you'd do the same for him......" What happens next nobody could've predicted.

Sherlock lunges forward and wraps his arms around Mycroft, and after a brief moment of shock Mycroft hugs back.

"But it's so worth it Sherlock." The two separate after Mycroft says this.

"How would you know?" Sherlock sniffles and glances at me.

"I just do." I wish Mycroft would just tell Sherlock about whatever the hell is going on between him and Greg!

"You gonna be ok now?" Sherlock just nods and Mycroft turns to leave.

"We'll discuss this later." He mumbles to me before leaving.

I walk over to Sherlock and wait for him to make the first move.

"I'm sorry about the mirror. I'll cover the expenses...." Sherlock looks away from Mrs. Hudson asks he talks.

"Sherlock you don't worry about a thing." Sherlock gets up and I notice him wince as he puts pressure on his right hand.

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock mumbles as he hugs her.

She exits soon after Sherlock releases her from the hug. Sherlock glances at me before disappearing to somewhere downstairs.

Hesitantly I clean some of the glass that didn't end up in Sherlock's hand off the bathroom counter.

"John." A weak almost helpless voice calls from downstairs. I sigh before walking into the kitchen.

Sure enough Sherlock is sat on the table holding his right wrist in his left hand.

"C-can you h-"

"Yes Sherlock I will help. Now let me see." Sherlock slowly extends his arm before attempting to extend his hand.

"Don't you've got glass shards in your hand." I order and notice a convenient set of tweezers lying on the counter.

I clean them before approaching Sherlock again.

"Is this going to hurt?" He asks his eyes shimmering with tears.

"Let me see your other hand." I say and Sherlock places his left hand in mine. "Okay if it hurts I want you to-"

Sherlock squeezes and I shake my head. "I haven't even started yet Sherlock. You've gotta corporate with me." He just nods but continues to grip my hand tightly.

Slowly I start to pull glass shards from Sherlock's hand. Sherlock's hand starts to sweat and his breathing quickens.

"Hey you're ok. I'm almost done." Sherlock glances away almost as if he's ashamed.

I pull the final glass shard from Sherlock's hand and he jerks both his hands away from me.

Carefully I wrap my arm around Sherlock's waist to help him off the table.

"Now this might sting a bit...." I let my voice trail off as I start the kitchen sink.

Sherlock sticks his hand into the water and instantly he tenses.

"You can take it out now." Sherlock looks at me from the corner of his eye before jumping back up onto the table.

Hesitantly I start to wrap Sherlock's hand in a bandage. I can tell he's thinking about something just by the way he's looking at me.

This is honestly just as much torture as seeing him unconsious in as hospital bed. He acts like I can't see the pain in his eyes!

I never wanted to hurt him.....

"I'm going to bed." Sherlock says and jumps down off the table. As he starts to walk away I open my mouth to speak but decide against it.

Sherlock needs time and as much as I don't want to accept it is have to. It's the only way to save what we have.