Sherlock walked home slowly, partially because he was having trouble walking (he suspected he had three broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a few broken fingers, along with several bumps, bruises, and bleeding wounds) and partially because he didn't know what to tell John. 

'Should I tell him about Moriarty?. Should I tell him I know about him and Jake? Should I tell him I know he knows how I feel? These were the thoughts that raced through Sherlock's mind.

Back at the flat John had gotten out all of his medical supplies (he knew how bad Sherlock could be when he said he was fine), he had out a clean change of clothes for Sherlock and tea on the stove. He didn't care that it was 3 o'clock in the morning, he only cared that Sherlock was safe. He heard the door open downstairs. Since he didn't here bounding up the stairs and the door swing open he went to see if it was indeed the consulting detective. It was indeed but he appeared to be having immense trouble getting up the stairs. John took one look at Sherlock and ran down towards him. 

"Oh my God Sherlock! How on earth does this fall into the 'fine' category" Sherlock smiled as John helped him to his feet .

"I am fine, I'm just have a little trouble standing and breathing". 

"Sherlock I am taking you to the hospital you look awful!"

"Well thanks you don look to hot yourself. I do not need to go to the hospital." 

"Sherlock we are not arguing about this!" 

"John hate to tell you but we already are arguing about it and your a doctor what do I need a hospital for?" 

"Fine just let me go get something to help you walk up to the flat". A minute later John came down the stairs and injected Sherlock with a shot. "

"Thank you John."

"Give it a few minutes to kick in."

"What was it?" Sherlock asked already feeling groggy.

"Midazolam, its a sedative so I can get you to Bart's."

John went out and called a taxi then came back inside to grab Sherlock and get put him in the car. Once in the cab John turned to Sherlock,

 "Are you feeling better that should be helping with the pain." 

"I am feeling a bit better, but very dizzy." 

"Put your head down on my shoulder, try to sleep."

"I'll just lay back, its fine."

Even with the meds in him Sherlock could still remember the events of the night and didn't want to put his head on John's shoulder. Though shortly after he fell asleep, that's exactly where his head ended up. John wrapped his arm around the sleeping detective so that he could be more comfortable. 

John had already called the hospital and when their cab pulled in a team of medics were waiting to take Sherlock. John sat in the waiting room well his friend was being examined and fixed up. 

'Why would someone want to hurt Sherlock this badly? I will kill whoever did this! I hope he is ok" were the only thoughts spinning in John's head.

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"Where am I? Oh yes the hospital."

"Where is John?! Oh he is sleeping in the chair next to my bed.'

"Why do I have a bed? I wasn't too injured.'

Sherlock layed in his bed and examined his injuries, nothing major, everything should heal up within a few weeks. He glanced around the room, it was fairly standard, just a bed , tv, chair and a bouquet of flowers with a card that said 

'I suppose I should say get well soon, but really Sherlock you are an idiot. 

-Mycroft Holmes.'

Sherlock was glad that John was asleep, he hadn't really had time to process everything he had seen earlier in the night. He sat in his bed and contemplated rather or not he should confront John about it. Obviously John was gay considering he had a boyfriend, but why keep it from Sherlock? Of course the thought of John being in a relationship with Jake infuriated him, and made his heart hurt but how was John to know that? Especially from the beginning.  

Maybe John just wasn't quite ready to come out, after all he was always saying he was straight. Sherlock hated Jake more then ever now. 

'What does John see in him that he doesn't see in me? Maybe its because he is younger?'

 These thoughts filled through Sherlock's head until it became too painful. He turned up his morphine drip, and drifted back to sleep. When Sherlock woke up again, John's chair was closer to the bed and his head was resting next to Sherlock's arm. 

'He must have waken up and moved closer,' thought the detective, who the glanced at his drip, 'and lowered my morphine.'

"John", Sherlock whispered, "John". 

John groaned and moved his head on top of Sherlock's arm, still asleep. 

"John!" Sherlock said again, louder then he had meant to. 

John blinked his eyes open "What, Sherlock? Oh sorry I bet you want your arm back", the doctor blushed and sat up. 

"No, you where fine, I was actually wondering why you turned down my morphine drip," Sherlock said accusingly. 

"Oh it was to high and um your a drug addict, the last thing we need is for you to get hooked on morphine." 

Your the only thing I'm addicted to John. 

"So what time is it" Sherlock asked. 

"Its about one in the afternoon, but thats not important. Sherlock, who did this to you" John's eyes were filled with worry and anger as he asked the question. Sherlock groaned, there were more important things to discuss then his injuries and how he got them. 

"Not important right now, when were you going to tell me that your new girlfriend is Jake?" 

John's mouth dropped and he stared blinking at Sherlock, flabbergasted and confused.

"Sherlock, how is it not important who did this to you?"

"Don't change the topic John, I will answer your question after you answer mine". 

John just blinked again "I have no idea what your talking about, Jake and I are purely platonic." 

"John I'm not entirely sure you know what the word platonic means, but it does not apply to a person who you have kissed."

"What....how on Earth do you even know about that?"

"Answer my question John, when where you going to tell me?" 

"I wasnt going to" John answered slowly. After all it was true, he was never going to tell Sherlock, because there was nothing to tell. 

"Oh" Sherlock reached over to his morphine drip to turn it up, when John grabbed his hand. 

"Sherlock no more morphine, I answered your question now you answer mine". 

"John your holding my hand, I dont think Jake would particularly like this". 

John moved Sherlock's hand down onto the bed, away from the drip, but didn't let go.

"Jake is not an important part of my life. You are, which is why you need to tell me who did this to you." 

"Another question, yesterday you where in Jake's office, before you dinner date. You two were slandering me, do you really dislike me that much that you would agree with the horrible things he said?" Sherlock pulled his hand out from under John's.

"Sherlock first of all you had absolutely no right to eavesdrop on me, and secondly if you had bothered to stay and listen to the whole conversation you would know that Jake was slandering you and I told him to knock it off and defended you! Do you honestly think that I don't like you? For God sake I have been sitting in a hospital room for ten hours! Sherlock you are my best friend, I would do anything for you, hell I killed a man in order to protect you right after I met you! How dare you think that I don't deeply care for you and our friendship!" John's emotions and voice had grown throughout hi s little speech. Managing to catch the attention of a few nurses, who seemed rather interested on the drama unfolding in the room.

 "I'm....your.....best friend?" Sherlock looked shocked. 

"Well of course your my best friend you idiot, now I am only going to ask one more time, who did this to you?"

 A smile crept on to Sherlock's face "You're my best friend too John".

"Sherlock Holmes! Who did this to you?"

"Jim Morarity." 

The army doctor's eyes bulged out of his head and his mouth hung open,

"What did you say?"

"Moriarty, apparently he is not dead, and is rather mad that I'm not either" 

John sprung from his chair and sprinted to the nurse's station.

"I need a guard outside of that door now! You need to do a full workup on that patient's head and run a tox screen. Call Scotland yard ask for Greg Lastrade, tell him to get here immediately!"